The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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Frank then continued, "We need a reason if we have to hold someone against their will. And right now, we don't want that reason to come to light-it's that simple." Mona was left scratching her head. "I don't get it. He—"

"Don't worry. He's not getting away as long as I'm around," Frank said, glancing at the needle Yannick pulled out of his kneecap and left on the floor.

The tip of the needle was dipped in a hint of scarlet blood.

Later, in a luxury hotel at the heart of Zamri...

"Incompetent scum! All of them!"

A middle-aged man wearing shades and sporting a blade scar on his left cheek was cursing as a blond youth stood gingerly by his couch.

Then, as if ranting was not enough, Carlo Barzini, the middle-aged man, flung his phone on the floor, smashing it into pieces.

"Dad..."

only for his father to wheel on him with

money I had poured into this venture into

are helping and are dragging my feet

like it failed because

than expected and sent someone in to stop

that explanation,

inhaled deeply. "Fine. I have another plan-remember, we're working for Zamri's commissioner. And once we take down Lanecorp and Zangri Hospital, we

all of Zamri would be under the commissioner's legitimate control, while

as he was clearly upset that he had

push comes to shove, we'll just

beat a Blackrank assassin? Hell we'll just have to hire five if we have to really doubt

Fredo was leaving when his phone