The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Alright."

Sil did not hesitate on the other end of the call either and said quietly, "I'll wire five billion dollars to your account right now, Chet. You'd best get Noel to leave Lanecorp soon, and have her meet me in Morhen." "Hahaha..."

Rory continued to laugh at the top of her lungs from the other end. "I'll have her kneel before my feet... And Frank Lawrence too! He and Lanecorp will pay!"

And with that, Sil hung up, while Chet was soon notified of a transfer of five billion dollars to his bank account.

He was panting heavily even as he stared at the notification he had never seen that much money in his life!

Still, he died inside when he looked up and saw Frank looking at him, realizing that the money was never his.

After all, Noel defecting to the Lionhearts was a lie-Chet was just using that as a ploy to dupe Sil for his money, just to save his own skin.

"Now transfer that money to Lanecorp's account," Frank said bluntly, compelling Chet to get to work right then.

Soon enough, another notification came informing them that the wire transfer was a success, with the bank even calling Chet just for confirmation.

However, Chet was too concerned about staying alive to answer their call. "You see, Mr. Lawrence... I've paid up. Would you mind sparing me-"

Frank narrowed his eyes just then, and Chet promptly threw up his hands, chuckling miserably. "Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence! I won't ever mess with you after leaving Zamri... And I'm never going back to the Lionhearts after duping Sil, so I'll be fleeing abroad..." The Lionheart martial elites behind him almost snapped at him right then.

What would happen to them if he fled? And he still had their money!

Frank, however, ignored the conflict brewing in the room and rose to his feet with a smile as an idea occurred to him. "Since you're so compliant, I'll spare your life."Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. Thank you..."

The Lionheart martial elites watched blankly as Chet kowtowed repeatedly.

Frank had no intention to spare them, however, since someone had to pay.

They hurt Frank's interest even if they were just working for the Lionhearts, and he would be naive to let them go.

With a nonchalant wave, he released

over a

dozen pure vigor needles that Sward the foreheads of the ent

Lionheart martial elites.

They did not even have time to beg as they all dropped to the floor, instantly dead. "Wait, what?"

Chet paled even as he watched Frank kill those Lionheart martial elites with almost no effort. Even if they were not that strong, they were still martial artists working for the Lionhearts. Was Frank not afraid of reprisals, killing them so brutally?!

Chet turned blankly toward Frank and realized that he was smiling at him.

It left him flinching-that smile was so scary!

"Mr. Jonas, I have a favor to ask. What do you say?"

Frank kept smiling as he asked, and Chet nodded repeatedly.

He was on the verge of tears,

terrified that if he was a moment too late, Frank would shoot him in the forehead like the others.

"You will take Ms. York with you, as you promised the Lionhearts," Frank said, clearly hatching a plan despite his smile.

"Huh?!"

And to no surprise, both Chet and Noel reacted the same way.