The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Along the way, Frank suddenly said, "I'm feeling sleepy. I'll take a short nap-just wake me when we're there." "Oh, okay," Bojo replied, holding back a smile since he must not show his delight at the moment.

Five minutes later, Bojo called out tentatively, "Sir...?"

Seeing that Frank was not responding, he promptly whipped out his phone and sent a text while driving.

He kept sliding peeks behind him, worried that Frank would notice.

Fortunately, Frank never noticed anything even after he sent his text.

Bojo sighed in relief-it was Frank's own fault! He started this, so he had to get rough!

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Around 7 PM, the old van drove into a textile factory near Chandlerton, stopping inside a warehouse without shutters.

Frank looked on as Bojo gingerly alighted and dashed outside, and he only alighted when Bojo was completely gone.

"There's no need

two-floored scaffolding, all of them training their crossbows at

a taste of my

amplifier standing at a corner, while Bojo himself had hidden far away for

the speaker. "What was it you said? There's no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are all hunters, and they know where to aim. And I just

really thought for a moment that they would be bringing real guns-guess he had overestimated

arms, he asked, "Well, what are

shocked. "You're

this brat, who was so calm and

afraid of?" Frank chuckled. "You're the ones who should be

brains and the brawns... But it turns out you're

Bojo's orders, everyone pulled the trigger, their bolts streaking through the air toward Frank right

waved his hand, instantly catching every bolt and

"Argh!"