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 drooling on

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

can have a taste soon

back to Myra. "How about that? Are you ready to handle so many at

mean everything? Just so you know, I wasn't

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

just then, standing between the middle-aged woman and

other guests sighed in exasperation

but only Frank showed up. What could Such a vulnerable

lit up. "You're quite the looker, boy! Why don't you consider joining me? Be a good boy, and I just might consider

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