The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Everyone laughed. "It's not his fault, ma'am. You're just that scary!'

Jada smiled and returned to the feast.

It was the next morning when Gashface woke up.

Feeling the cool breeze pelting his face and his limbs that were almost completely numb, he shuddered.

Then, he saw everyone else having breakfast around the table and yelled, "What do you want?! You're all going to jail if I die!"

Jada snorted. "Could you stop showing off how much of a coward you are? We would've just left you to die freezing if we wanted you dead.

"Anyway, it's still early, so go pass out again. The wire transfer would be complete once the bank opens up."

Scarface smirked. "I guess it's true what they say... The pinnacle of deception is deceiving yourself! Even now, you think that you could just whip out a hundred million dollars?!

"Do you even understand what that means? You need at least a company worth over two billion dollars as a guarantor, with capital flow way above those numbers, or its operations would stall!"

"Why do you care?"

once again annoyed by Gashface's taunting and strode

flared, and Gashface could feel his senses returning to him in

"You're in luck, people! My boy's cabal is here,

if they're really

stood up and

right then,

Marika, a woman in her thirties who was dressed in a white habit. As her figure was amazing, the fiftyish geezers flanking her had

attention was on Frank. "Are you the one

was-but just so you know,

right then, "Bullshit! He's not like

a brat who had

seniors-even those people around you are really rotten. Wanna bet

"Bet on what?"

cripple your cultivation, and you'll see how