The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hudson Stewart, liver, five hundred grand.

"Jane Weston, skin graft, nine hundred grand."

The shocking transactions left Podrick Daffey turning pale, his lips trembling.

On the other hand, Frank was chuckling nonchalantly, "Hehe. See, Captain Daffey? This isn't just rumors now-every transaction has the official stamp of Zamri Hospital's former head coroner, and even the wire transfers are all sent to Yannick Jorst's account." Podrick could only gulp as he stared at the ledger, various expressions alternating over his face.

"What's wrong, Captain Daffey?"

Yannick was left confused that Podrick would look so shocked and flustered despite his usual poker face, though his eyes soon widened when he came close, and he stared at Frank in disbelief. "W-What... Where did you get this from-no, wait! I mean..."

and quickly corrected himself, "This is slander! Slander! It's a conspiracy by Zamri Hospital and Frank Lawrence! Don't believe anything you

ledger, tore it

haven't said a word, Mr. Jorst, but you've spilled the beans on your own. But that's fine... you really didn't have to

way, I might have nothing to give the commissioner." Seeing Frank grinning confidently as he patted the briefcase on the table, Yannick was left dropping on the floor in despair with a

"You piece of shit!"

he looked on, especially the way Yannick tried

he felt a tinge of terror

father would do if he found out that their

really had no idea how he could survive his father's wrath now. "And

heard that the commissioner is putting together a party for

looked up