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 to my account! Even

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

of beer at

then, Gashface yelled, "You bitch!

"Free, you say?"

kicked him straight in the

let up just yet, however-waking him by splashing cold water

cry now. "W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop humiliating

say

pressing the heel against his face

laughed as she pressed the heel on Gashface's neck, and

no telling why she was so confidently ruthless,

be sure about this, bitch. You're screwed too

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