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?"

was once again annoyed by Gashface's taunting and

his senses returning to him in full

moment, he was soon laughing endlessly. "You're in luck, people! My boy's cabal

as if

stood up and bellowed,

flew toward them right then, landing right in front

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

"Are you the one who crippled my senior's cultivation,

you know, he was

at him right then,

brat

not just your seniors-even those people

"Bet on what?"

and you'll see