The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Arya hung her head in silence-truth be told, the karaoke bar owner was the most powerful man in her social circle.

She just did not expect him to be suddenly so amicable despite his usual bravado.

"You don't get it, do you?"

Hana read her mind just then, and chuckled coolly. "Take a good look at his business. He may not be rich or important, but his business at least earns him wealth and freedom in this district.

"Sure, things can get unruly, but he had no reason to stoop to that level. All the money that he's earned thus far will be gone once he goes to jail!

"Heck, his true nature doesn't even matter in this equation. In business, it's fundamentally important to know when to make peace. Would he get customers if fights erupt at his bar every other day?"

"Impossible!" Arya argued. "He's not like that... He said that he's sold people to third-world countries as slaves, and that I should introduce him to some nice girls if I ever meet any!"

"Oh, girlie..."

Hana smiled in wry amusement. "Do you think third-world countries are some sort of paradise? It's hella far, and he loses a lot of money if anything happens to their transport en route."

"Doesn't matter. We need

taking this broad seriously? Hell, even if she's not

him, and I can tell it's human. Moreover, you weren't taking

especially over the last few years. It's only twentyish years ago when murders

"We'll see. We have nothing else

Frank well enough to know that

shifty look for?" Arya flinched, as she realized

however. "Don't be so thick skinned-no one's interested. Anyway, wait for another ten minutes before you head in and start breaking stuff. Frank here has some sharp hearing and can hear what's going on inside, so just do

the full details of the plan, Hana

"Perfect."

"Then let's get started!"

and the manager smiled in wry amusement. "Could you just stop already, Ms. Crass? You know that our boss never pulls rank to

until he finished before calmly slapping him

clutching his cheek and snapping,