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..."

double take and quickly corrected himself, "This is slander! Slander! It's a conspiracy by

ledger, tore

as Yannick choked trying to swallow the ledger, his eyes bulging in the exertion. "I haven't said a word, Mr. Jorst, but you've spilled the beans on your own. But that's fine... you really

working with storeroom managers to sell the organs of the deceased. Do your best to swallow those too-that way, I might have nothing to give the commissioner."

"You piece of shit!"

looked on, especially the way Yannick tried his damndest to swallow a piece

he felt a tinge of

the thought of what his father would do if he found out that their plan had failed completely, with Frank turning the tables

survive his father's wrath now. "And you,

him on the shoulder. "I heard that the commissioner is putting together a

looked up at Frank,