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!"

the money isn't wired to my account! Even

his type is definitely going to be popular inside. Don't die so soon

enough of Gashface's foul-mouthedness, Jada splashed her mug of

"You bitch!

"Free, you say?"

ground and kicked him

just yet, however-waking him by splashing cold water on his face, she kicked him

did not even have tears to cry now. "W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop humiliating

say

off her stilettos, pressing the heel against his face and

and even

telling why she was so confidently ruthless, but Gashface was not about to

bitch. You're screwed too

to Jada and tried to talk her out of it. "There's no reason to go that far for scum like him.