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!"

the thugs behind herself, she asked, "So? Isn't she

answered in unison, almost drooling on

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

you can have a

to Myra. "How about that?

about you. Did you think that numbers mean everything? Just so you know, I wasn't raised a

laughed again. "Are you blind, bitch?! There are a dozen men behind me, and they could

so?" Frank strode up just then, standing between the middle-aged woman

sighed in exasperation

Frank showed up.

I just might consider sparing you, or I'll make sure to make your handsome face so hideous you'd

good to be true. Whatever