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..."

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

snapped, he snatched the ledger, tore it

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

that proves you were 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." Seeing Frank grinning confidently as he patted the

"You piece of shit!"

was left seething as he looked on, especially the way Yannick tried his damndest to swallow a piece of

a tinge

of what his father would do if he found out that their plan had

had no idea how he could survive his father's

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

up