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!"

bitch! I'll give it to you straight—I'll sue if the money isn't wired to my account! Even if it's no capital crime,

going

Jada splashed her mug of beer at his face before striking him

right then, Gashface yelled, "You bitch! You're dead once I'm

"Free, you say?"

flung her mug on the ground and kicked him straight

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

the hell do you

you say

stilettos, pressing the heel against his

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

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

this, bitch. You're screwed too

that things would get out of hand, the proprietors hurried up to Jada and tried to