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, "So? Isn't

thugs all answered in unison,

as if they were being really sleazy-Myra's charm never diminished despite her age, and the

Then you can have a taste soon

"How about that? Are you ready to handle so

that numbers mean everything? Just so you know, I wasn't raised a coward, so know your place and kneel, or I

men behind me, and they could kill you in an instant!

strode up just then, standing between

guests sighed in

here they thought Myra had an army hidden in her room, but only Frank showed up. What could Such a vulnerable looking pretty

the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up. "You're quite the looker, boy! Why don't you consider joining me? Be a good boy, and I just might consider sparing you, or I'll make sure to make your handsome face so hideous

too good to be true. Whatever makes you think that you could come good on your