The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Would the jailer let Frank off easy after this? Young men were really inexperienced!

This was it for Frank. Forget fifty Willbreakers-his attitude would earn him up to seventy more.

And his scrawny body might not even survive it!

"Woah, kid! You're quite cocky, huh?"

The two flunkies following the pudgy jailer around were at once upset, one of them even spitting on the floor as he pointed at the jailer. "Kid, don't you know who this is? He's Tigris Fisher, the Stallion of Blackwater! How dare you behave so insolently in front of him? Do you want to die?!"

Tigris shoved his flunkie out of the way as he stared fixedly at Frank and chuckled. "I heard that you were framed... but naturally, I don't give a shit. Once you end up in here, you're never getting out.

"However, I can give you one chance to contact whatever friends and family you have outside, and tell them to pay me off. Once they do and I'm happy with the number, I just might play nice. But if it's not enough... Hehe..." Tigris chuckled threateningly, brandishing his baton.

"Oh, that's good..."

fact that he came from money judging from his wardrobe, the other inmates were sure

are you laughing

eyes, projecting a violent presence

bluntly, not holding back at all. "The Stallion of Blackwater? You really flatter yourself... The Boar of Blackwater is way more suitable, considering your

a rage, pointing at Frank as they snapped

do you think you are to insult Mr. Fisher?! Looks

let us handle this, Mr. Fisher.

two flunkies' sycophancy, however, and strode close to Frank cell as he growled, Kid, do you think you're so important that you get to strut here in Blackwater too? Do you

"Just stating facts."

shrugging. "Also, who's going to kill

in his cell