The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Theo snorted. "Oh, please. Anyone with a working brain can see through your stupid act already. There's no need to congratulate me."

Frank, however, simply kept smiling. "No, I'm congratulating you for something else entirely."

"Something else?"

Even before Theo could understand what Frank was talking about, his mother's phone started ringing.

While Ilsa was still sneering in contempt as she picked up, her face turned pale in an instant.

Her cheeks were drained of all color as if she had just fallen from heaven to hell, while her phone slipped from her fingers and dropped on the floor with a thud.

And over the phone, a man was roaring furiously, "You bitch! I'll kill you! I'll kill every last one of you!!!"

people around could more or less hear him, even though Ilsa

Theo

head. "Huh. That's quicker than I

at him in confusion when his phone

a call from his father Monrad Whiteson, so he

Pearce?! He's threatening to kill us all! It's you and your mother's fault, isn't it?!

that his own father was howling at him in rage and despair, Frank kindly turned on the speakers for Theo so that everyone

you, Theo!" Monrad was still ranting just then. "I don't care who you upset or how you insulted Mr. Pearce-you will call

het... You just killed your own family, do you understand?!d was planning on living a couple of years more, so why the fuck would you insult Mr. Pearce

mansion courtyard was at once silent as Monrad kept yelling

"H-How...?"