The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

At Ocean Sky Hotel, a woman in a dress stood on stage in the second floor banquet hall. She appeared to be in her thirties and had silky smooth hair and luscious red lips. With her smoking pipe, she projected both intelligence and charm.

Below stage were a group of off-state bigwigs, whispering among each other.

After all, the woman was Moxxi, the woman BM Group had sent to this town to avenge the death of Mary. An infamous investor in Wall Street, she was alleged to have gang ties, and those in the business knew her for her ruthless ways.

"Ma'am, do you really think Lugh Frankton would cave willingly? We heard that he's an extraordinary healer who cured Alda Ingram's strange illness, so he's not going to be troubled by your poison, is he?"

The bigwigs had no idea what Moxxi was up to-if they knew this much, how could Moxxi not be aware?

Sure, everyone made mistakes, but not Moxxi. Why did she not at least gather intelligence on her target and went ahead so recklessly instead?

"Don't worry, everyone. He'll be here!" Moxxi smiled nonetheless.

In fact, she was not being stupid.

hurt Frank, and she knew how

absolute confidence in his own abilities-the

the thought crossed her mind, the door opened, and

right then, speaking to Frank as she did. "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Frankton. You are every bit

small talk, however, and demanded icily, "Give me the antidote, or call the morgue to pick up your

million, and you'd be laughed at if you lose your head like this! Let's just talk for a bit, and you can kill me

not want

seized her by her throat as he lifted her into the air. "I have no

charged inside after hearing the commotion, but Moxxi held up a hand, stopping them before

"Let's not make this ugly, Mr. Frankton.

talk!" Frank growled

were left

to avenge Mary, but she was completely unprepared, and Frank got to her as easily as

was being thoroughly humiliated, as she clearly dulled in comparison