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 she

thugs all answered in unison, almost

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

have

"How about that? Are you ready

Did you think that numbers mean everything? Just so you know,

dozen men behind me, and they could kill you in

just then,

sighed in exasperation even

thought Myra had an army hidden in her room, but only Frank showed up. What could Such

good boy, and I just might consider

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