The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What the fuck do you want?!"

It was the first time Horace had ever seen anyone do something like this.

Frank was helping out of sheer conscience and clearly would not tolerate anyone who committed evils, even going all out to wipe them out.

At the same time, he was also different from the rest. Cunning ploys and fancy tricks were pointless against him, and he did not care about his reputation as long as he achieved his goal.

And when it came to personal ability, wit, and influence, Horace simply did not compare in any element. He was also experienced enough to see that compliance was his only chance against a character like Frank.

But chance did not even mean surviving but a polite death, because Frank would not let someone like him live!

Throwing up his hands, Horace exclaimed, "I-I'll tell you everything! Just kill me— don't throw me in jail, okay?!"

until Horace confessed everything, and

the fire? I really don't think so! The fire was

not at all violent, but Horace knew he

suddenly found himself

know that there's always someone better... like, aren't you curious as to who's the one

with that, he laughed maniacally, as if Frank was not

out of the mansion and back to the car since he did not expect

coldly at the woman, the woman

to flee while Frank entered the

she imagined, and she had really hit a

getting away, she just had to change her

I'm gorgeous, handsome?" She winked at