The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1623

Baba Yaga screamed shrilly as she bled out of every orifice and dropped dead on the floor.

Frank's pure vigor crushed Baba Yaga's organs from the inside. Though she appeared alive on the outside, she was really as dead as a doornail. Frank also set a fire to burn her body along with her clinic just in case, destroying any evidence along with it.

Even if Hundred Bane Sect came looking, they would not get anything that could trace back to Frank-not unless Baba Yaga told them beforehand. With that, Frank hurried back to Riverton, attempting to call Gavin Lane and his family while he did.

When he could not reach any of them, Frank realized right away that Yora Yimmel must be involved. She must have sent her people to block all communications in Laneville, stifling all cell signals and anything else.

The only option Frank had now was to personally visit Laneville, but that posed another problem too.

While Frank would have no trouble eliminating Yora and her maiden family, she had now basically taken the Lane family hostage.

If Frank visited, she would most likely threaten him into submission with their lives.

Still, while Frank felt a headache about all that, he received a call from Peter. "Where are you right now, chief? The Yimmels just stormed Lanecorp Tower and are demanding that my sister give them the company!"

What?" Frank glanced outside at the moon, frowning.

It was two in the morning, but Yora could not wait at all and brought her people here in the middle of the night?!

"Calm down. I'll be right there," Frank said and hung up as he floored the gas pedal of his Veyron.

The supercar bellowed as it shot forward over the smooth road, and Frank arrived at Lanecorp Tower in around half an hour.

It was very late, but there was cursing and yelling where there should be silence, and people were clearly fighting.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

When Frank reached them, he found Peter with a bruised face as he lay limply on the floor, his nose and mouth clearly taking a pounding.

"What's going on here?!" Frank

asked, looking around and seeing that most of the other men left floored were from Lanecorp's health and safety department. Content

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They were all glaring furiously at a man in a black suit with a loose collar and chewing bubble gum.

"Really? Calling up your boss because you can't win?"

Dorek Yimmel raised his left foot and assumed a fighting stance, smiling in disdain. "Frank Lawrence, right? +heard you're pretty good, that you're some martial artist and shit... Oh you're killing me.

"I don't know where you people get the confidence bragging about being martial artists, but you're all just

snake oil salesmen. Let me show

you a proper fight-but I don't know my strength, so don't blame me if I kill you!"

Frank frowned at the pompous brat and the cameramen nearby. "You're from the Yimmel family? What are you doing here?" "What am I doing...?"

Dorek did a double take but soon laughed.