The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Gashface snapped, "Why would you help these slugs when you could afford a hundred mil? I can't say much since I'm the loser here, but I don't get it—why are you so keen on being a sucker?"

Jada smirked. "You're too insignificant to understand the mind of those greater than you. Money is just a number to us-when we were no longer worried about it, my boss grew to like being praised. And who wouldn't want both fame and accomplishment?"

Gashface could not argue against that, but what Jada said did make sense.

People could get ruthless where wealth was concerned, but that meant that people like Frank might exist too, even if his rewards might not be directly proportional to the wealth he paid out!

But that was Frank's business and not his. What was wrong with living carefree with a hundred million?

Hell, he would not need to invest! With the interest gained by just keeping the money in a bank account, he could lead a life free from worry.

With that in mind, Gashface promptly signed the agreement and threw the carbon copy to Alda.

it and nodded. "That was quick! Now, shall

I'll just pay up, will that do?" Gashface shrugged, not worried at all now that he got

not what I mean. It's something else entirely!" Jada smiled. "Don't you think it's contract fraud, selling us a jerrybuilded

to you? You were begging us

price heinously while also setting us up with half- baked

has been signed!" Gashface

idea what the woman before him had done, or that she was adept

like Gashface was really nothing to him,

signed a slave contract? You see, as long as it's

Gashface was stunned.

civilians like those proprietors arguing about a contract with him, it

case with Frank and Jada—they were rich, so they would definitely have a strong legal team, and he would