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!!!"

more or less hear him, even though Ilsa never turned on

those around Ilsa either-Gina, Theo and everyone else could see Ilsa's

Frank was smiling and shaking his head. "Huh. That's quicker than I thought... I guess he's

in confusion when

showed that it was a call from his father Monrad Whiteson,

you say to Mr. Gene Pearce?! He's threatening to kill

at him in rage and despair, Frank

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

on living a couple of years more, so why the fuck would you

silent as Monrad kept yelling over

"H-How...?"