The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1607



While Jon was really not bothered by the details, something occurred to him and he asked gingerly, "By the way, how much is the medicine?"

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The elderly woman suddenly breathed a grating laugh that Jon had to hold his handset away from his ear.

And when she was done laughing, the elderly woman rasped, "It's a favor to an old friend. Money can wait."

And with that, she hung up.

"Huh..."

Jon shook his head exasperatedly as he put away his phone. "That's just freaky...'

After he sighed and opened the staircase door, he found a familiar face leaning against the wall and smiling at him.

"Y-You're... Frank Lawrence?!"

Jon was shocked his voice quivered.

"Hehe. Long time no see, Jon..."

Frank strode over, clapping him on the shoulder, but suddenly narrowing his eyes. "Or is it Master Lane now?"

Hearing Frank say 'Master Lane' almost left Jon with a heart attack, and he promptly flashed an apologetic smile. "What are you saying, Mr. Lawrence? I have no intention to take over as family head... Even if I would, that's only because I've been forced to do so against my will!"

That was certainly true, as Frank knew Jon well enough.

The kid only ever seemed to spend time with the black hunting hounds he reared and was as unambitious as he was a hedonist.

While he certainly could see that Jon was being forced to replace Helen, he was also the key, and Frank had to assert his authority over the boy.

"Black Mist Bar down Hale Lane?"

Frank took the note from Jon and grinned. "Why don't I help you with that instead, Master Lane?"

"What? But..."

Jon panicked at the prospect of Frank doing anything, but Frank threw a friendly arm over his shoulder and smiled. "Right now, you will head back to Laneville and do everything Yora Yimmel tells you to... You'd rather not end up a puppet like Fleur Lang, who's now wishing she was dead, would you?" Content belongs to

As Jon nodded repeatedly, Frank patted his shoulder, "Then be a good

boy and listen to me. In just a couple

of days, ora would be toppled again, and you wouldn't have to do anything but watch. If Yora asks, you just tell her that you send someone to get the medicine."

"O-Okay."

Jon found Frank more reliable after considering his options.

After all, he had seen the depth of Frank's strength and knew that he'd be killed where he stood if he did not do as he was told. And if Frank failed, he could just shift the blame anyway.

Most importantly, he really did not want to end up like Fleur-a mere puppet doing Yora's bidding.

"Alright, now give me your suit." Frank held out his hand and put it on after Jon gave it to him.

With that, he took the note and watched as Jon left with a sneer.

He knew enough about Mildron Balm, that he had the only bottle within miles.

And earlier at Lanecorp, he could see that Fleur was barely keeping it together because she was denied her previous dosage.

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Frank certainly could tell that the hag would not last long without the Mildron Balm, and that she would contact Corpsedale again since she did not get her last dose.

It went without saying who would be doing the delivery either-it was Borc Zomer, Sohil's son who was on the run.