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 a

up to Gashface and chuckled. "Time's almost up. Are you ready

astounded by Frank's power, in his mind, strength was no match

when it came to the wealthy, they were simply incapable of perfectly managing their wealth, let alone training in martial arts, but

bother tricking me. I know what you are-you'd never have

knew you'd say

snapped his fingers, and

unlout Gashface's phone,

unlocked it with Gashface's

yel.ne

and scrolled through his

transfer notification, he showed it

smirked. "I can fake notifications too. It doesn't prove a

you've got brains, so it's a shame

hesitation... only for Jada to trip

throwing his phone in front of him. "Check your messages, and then your account. There's all the time in