The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"I refuse!"

The geezer remained determined.

"Hmph."

Huub snorted at his stubbornness and stepped aside.

His goon caught his cue right then.

He was naturally a powerful martial artist-that was how he got the job.

He strode forward right then and lifted the geezer off the ground, his face inches away from the geezer's as he growled threateningly, "Do you know who you're trying to con here? This is Huub Droitner of Bralog's Droitner Incorporated! It seems that you're really asking for it!"

"D-Droitner Incorporated? So what? T-This is Zamri, not Bralog! You don't get to strut here!"

threat, but the panic in his eyes

"Strut, you say?"

chuckled coolly nearby. "All of Zamri would soon be beneath my feet-pawns like you would

the fake flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't know what's

disbelief as he looked on. "Are you

if I am?"

watched Huub leave, having found out what he should do now from the look Huub gave

floor, he kicked the geezer viciously in the hip, leaving

left the shoplet, his eyes flashing with

he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring

out, his face

clinging to life," the goon

Huub smiled as he raised the car window. "Get on. We're going to an