The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As the bodyguard slowly stirred, the first thing he saw was Madfist's kindly, if scrawny face.

"You're..."

He was still dazed at first, before he smacked himself in the head.

Then, scrambling to whip out his phone, he cried, "Wait! Someone just said they saw Frank Lawrence. I need to tell Mr. Droitner..." "Kid."

Madfist held up his phone, chuckling. "You suddenly passed out, and you broke your phone when you dropped it." "What?!" The bodyguard stared blankly as he took back his phone and saw the hairline cracks all over the screen. "Well, how about this, kiddo?" Madfist smiled. "I'll take you where you'd like to go-although you're paying me a fare." The bodyguard did a double take, but he soon smiled gratefully, almost wondering why Madfist was so oddly nice. "Well... Thank you very much! I need to tell Mr. Droitner that Frank Lawrence is at the exhibition hall right away..."

He then mused to himself for a moment before looking up and exclaiming, "Why don't you take me to Mr. Droitner's coastal mansion? I'll pay you a hundred... No, two hundred!" "Two hundred? Deal!"

chuckled. "But I have no idea where that is, so you'll have

in a rush here," the bodyguard

that the young man fell for it so easily-were youths

unaware that Huub had made sure that every Droitner Inc. bodyguard must go to him right away should they find

would be rewarded handsomely, which was

surprises on him. But through sheer coincidence, Frank had managed to deceive this

who in turn found out that the bodyguard's name was Johnny and that it was his first

really rich, and he had a younger brother

hour later, they