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!"

turning toward the thugs behind herself, she asked,

thugs all answered in unison, almost drooling on the

sleazy-Myra's charm never diminished despite her age, and

Then you can have a taste

back to Myra. "How about

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

dozen men behind

then, standing

other guests sighed in exasperation even as

Frank showed up. What could Such a vulnerable looking pretty boy possibly

when 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

be true. Whatever makes you think that you could come good