The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Inside the rundown shack, the old man brought a worn stool for Frank. "Please sit, young man. I'm sorry but there's little hospitality to offer here..." Frank nodded and said, "I'll cut to the chase, sir! I'll rent your land!"

The old man named Miles Chand did a double take but soon waved him off. "No, no, no... Absolutely not! This old man won't be a burden!"

Frank was unsure how to react just then. "Sir, Ms. Chandler has already told me about your situation. Since I'm willing to help, you can bet that I'm ready to deal with those loan sharks." "Yeah, don't worry!" Whitney agreed. "He's a university student. Those fools would never dare to mess with him."

However, while Miles was left hesitant, someone shouted outside, "We're back, geezer! Bring out the snacks!"

Whitney was at once furious, striding out of the shack and standing akimbo as she snapped, "Who let you brats off the leash?"

There were eight thugs outside, leaning against the wall and leering at Whitney in amusement.

"Oh, if it isn't the famous village chief!"

"How's it going? Got a new boy yet?"

"Fuck off!" Whitney snapped, picking up and throwing a stone at them.

weak,

"Damn, girl! You have no stamina at all-must have

their smiles stiffened when they saw a blur shooting out of the shack, seizing the joker by the neck and lifting

thugs snapped as he threw a punch at the

was sent flying and slamming on the wall the next instant, leaving everyone dumbstruck for a

Bang!

scattered and ran without hesitation right then-that

joker

"Please, friend! We're just following orders...

and tell your boss that he'll die if he keeps messing with the peop here!"

that, he threw the thug over a dozen

snapped as he then pushed himself up despite

Whitney's jaw dropping so wide that it could fit

"What?" he asked, shrugging.

asked, gaping at the man she was just thinking