The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

There was a rush of footsteps, clearly intent on causing trouble! "They're really here!"

Excited, Myra opened the door and strode out to the hallway.

There, the middle-aged woman had brought over a dozen thugs, each of them carrying baseball bats and ready for a fight.

At the same time, the other guests came out to check out the commotion as well curiosity kills the cat, as they say!

They were convinced that Myra had a plan in mind, but seeing that she was still alone, they quickly yelled, "Run, girl! Just survive for now-live to fight another day!"

"Run? Where could she run off to?"

The middle-aged woman was laughing even before Myra spoke. "Here's a tidbit my people have sealed all exits. You're going down, bitch!"

toward the thugs behind herself, she asked,

all answered in

if they were being really sleazy-Myra's charm never diminished despite her age, and the mature vibes she projected

have a taste

woman laughed and turned back to Myra. "How about that? Are you ready to handle so

I could say the same about you. Did you think that numbers mean everything? Just so you know, I wasn't raised a coward, so know your place and kneel, or I promise you'll pay for your

behind me, and they could kill you in an instant! You'd never win

strode up just then, standing between the

sighed in

her room, but only Frank showed

Why don't you consider joining me? Be a good boy, and I

laughing. "I'll be frank-your words sound way too good to be true. Whatever makes you think that you could come