The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank strode up. "Oh, but you don't have to look for us. You're not leaving anyway!"

He strode up and punched Gashface unconscious.

When Gashface woke up, he was tied to a pillar with nylon rope.

There was a table with plates of meats of all varieties nearby, with Jada, Laura, Frank, and the burly proprietors all sitting around it and feasting.

Laura appeared apologetic, however. "I should be treating you to a meal at a proper restaurant, to be honest."

Jada smiled, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Mr. Frankton can fork out a hundred million at will, so he really wouldn't care!"

"Now that you've mentioned the hundred mil..." one of the proprietors asked sheepishly. "Do you really have the money? You should just leave if you don't— don't let that prick exploit you!"

Though the other proprietors nodded in agreement, Jada chuckled. "Don't worry. We're obviously going to keep our word!"

coolly right then. "Now that's just conceited, bitch! I'll give it to you straight—I'll sue if the money isn't wired

boy, his type is definitely going to be popular inside. Don't die

mug of beer at his face before striking him with the

then, Gashface yelled, "You bitch! You're dead

"Free, you say?"

her mug on the ground and kicked him straight in the groin, knocking him

did not let up just yet, however-waking him by splashing cold water on his face, she kicked him

hell do you want?! Just kill

you say so. Then

against his face and

as she pressed the heel on Gashface's neck, and even an idiot could see

was so confidently ruthless, but Gashface was not about to gamble with

about this, bitch. You're screwed too if you kill

hand, the proprietors hurried up to Jada and tried to talk her out of it. "There's no reason to go that far for scum like