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 her phone's

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

Frank was smiling and shaking his head. "Huh. That's quicker than

in confusion when his phone started

from his father Monrad Whiteson, so

say to Mr. Gene Pearce?! He's threatening to kill us all! It's you and your mother's fault,

his own father was howling at him in rage and despair, Frank kindly

"I don't care who you upset or how you insulted

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

at once silent as Monrad kept yelling over the phone in rage

"H-How...?"