The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Thank you for not holding back on enlightening me, or I would never have known how sickening they were."

Marika suddenly appeared as if she had aged from the vicissitudes of life, a far cry from her pompous attitude earlier.

It certainly made sense, now that her faith was crushed-she had already shown spine by not falling apart on the spot.

Frank shook his head. "Your gratitude isn't necessary, but what are you going to do now?"

Marika shook her head. "I have yet to come up with anything, but I guess I'm going elsewhere to clear my mind. Would you mind exchanging contacts with me?"

"Of course not."

After exchanging numbers, Frank and Marika parted ways, with Frank soon returning to the abandoned apartment construction site.

Jada walked up to him, smiling. "You're being too soft on them, Mr. Frankton. If it were me, I would've made that woman pay for her actions too."

Frank shook his head in disagreement. "If you did, she'd die thinking she was right, and her cause was just. It's pointless to kill her."

"So that's why you didn't." Jada nodded in understanding. "That's why you're the boss your words ring true."

smiled in wry amusement. "Go away. It's just

up to Gashface and chuckled. "Time's almost

by Frank's power, in his

simply incapable of perfectly managing

determined. "Don't bother tricking me. I

you'd

his fingers, and

unlout Gashface's phone,

unlocked it with Gashface's

yel.ne

and scrolled through his

notification, he showed it

fake notifications

admit that you've got brains, so it's a shame you're wasting

without hesitation... only for Jada to

she said, putting a foot on his shoulder and throwing his phone in front of him. "Check your messages, and then your account.