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..."

he came from money judging from his wardrobe, the other inmates

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eyes, projecting a violent presence

Frank chuckled bluntly, not holding back at all. "The Stallion of Blackwater? You really

a rage, pointing at Frank as they

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

let us handle this, Mr. Fisher. Just watch-we

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 really think I can't kill you if I wanted to?"

"Just stating facts."

smiled, narrowing his eyes and shrugging. "Also, who's

need to elaborate his look of contempt said it all, leaving all the inmates in his cell and nearby cells