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?"

Gashface's taunting and

flared, and Gashface could feel his senses returning to him in full as he heard

a moment, he was soon laughing endlessly. "You're in luck, people!

if they're really

up and bellowed,

right then, landing

Marika, a woman in her thirties who was dressed in a white habit.

"Are you the one who crippled

was-but just so you know, he was

right then, "Bullshit!

a brat

those people around you are really rotten. Wanna bet

"Bet on what?"

your cultivation, and you'll see how