The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"We'd even take menial jobs—you'd need people to wash your clothes and groom you first thing in the morning, don't you? Let us do it for you... I'm begging you!"

On one hand, the hag feared death.

On the other hand, the hag wanted to reach Frank's level as well and therefore brazenly dropped to the ground, kowtowing endlessly in hope that Frank would be gracious.

Frank simply sighed. "People never realize their mistakes until death comes calling, huh? Just wondering-would you remember those words if the tables turn?"

The hag nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, of course! And you'd have to at least give us a chance, don't you?"

"And what about the ordinary folk whom you've hurt?"

The hag quickly said, "It's all too late for them. It's not like we lose anything anyway!'

"Really?" Frank asked in annoyance. "Funny, I could say the same about you!"

As the hag was left speechless, Frank said, "Alright, then tell me where are the people carrying out your jobs?"

eyes lit up—just when

that there was a chance for her, so

hag whipped out a phone and tapped on a

skimmed through it, and slid

aback, but she did not dare to flip out as she asked softly and respectfully,

yourselves, of course!" Frank replied

was left

already done everything he said, but

exclaimed. "We're your people

not noble, but I'm still plenty better than you are. I'm not about to take people like you under my name and tarnish my

struck the hag, she cried,

"Tricked you?"

I ever done

moment, the hag understood the same thing Horace had realized just before

before them was not a good man-not in the traditional sense of the term, at least, as he was much more cruel than