The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The fettered geezer was left speechless by Frank's attitude and sighed softly.

The young man would definitely pay for not listening to his elders.

"Hmph. Mongrels."

Seeing the two flunkies of the jailer eagerly bringing out their torture tools and a fire cauldron, endless hate showed on Scarface Tucker's face.

They were the ones who scarred his face, after all.

He would not hate them so much if they were jailers, but these flunkies used to be his men. They used whatever they had to pay off the jailer, and after days of sycophancy, earned their special rights despite being inmates.

In fact, they were worse than the jailer when they did his dirty work!

eyes as he stared at the steel bar door which was left wide

more than to charge outside and

stress, he was now the weakest of the three. He would definitely get killed even before he did anything to the two flunkies if

already. You look like you can't even win against a stray on the streets now... to think that you used to strut as the boss. Tut, tut." The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only he grew a pair and killed that bitch, we wouldn't be

toward Scarface when he heard the name and found him

did, he would be tortured-a lesson he had learned over

us dead, don't you?

flunkies threw a rusty shiv at the doorway of the cell, laughing. "If you call yourself a man, pick up that shiv and get out here who knows, you might really kill

"So? How about it?"

moving a muscle in spite

all, he knew very well that these were the two

he picked up the shiv, he would be