The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"We're evicting you from Lanecorp!" Dorek laughed. "It belongs to us Yimmels from now on, along with anything else you own! Hand everything over!"

Frank scowled. "So you're going to take it from us?"

"We are, and what about it?" Dorek chuckled confidently, twirling his bangs. "My great grandmother has taken over Laneville, and it's just a matter of time before we gobble up the rest. I'm just beating my brother to get the largest piece of the pie... So are you going to fight me or not? Show me your shitty Draconian martial arts!" Dorek looked no more than eighteen, but he was utterly pompous and unseemly to the point of stupid.

Frank actually thought that might be the case-did the brat think that beating Lanecorp's security and getting inside Helen's office meant taking over Laneocrp?

Still, he sighed exasperatedly as he glanced behind at the Lanecorp health and safety department personnel left on the floor.

Stupidity aside, the brat could throw a punch.

"What's your name?" Frank asked impassively.

pain." The youth rolled his eyes. "I'm Dorek Yimmel, Yora Yimmel's great-grandson. Look, if you're scared, just get your board chair out here and sign Lanecorp

want to

actually have some

assumed his fighting stance, wagging a finger at him provokingly. "I'll

suddenly right in front

stomach even before he could react. He

"What..." He gasped.

martial arts

and sent Dorek flying with an upwards kick as he

rag dog before landing into