The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1625

The only one who could put Dorek in his place was his cousin Hagar Yimmel.

In fact, Hagar was not just a better fighter-he carried authority even in his family and was smarter, always knowing what he was doing.

That was why Dorek wanted to take over Lanecorp before the others did, claiming the largest piece of the pie so that Hagar did not get to be dismissive of him.

Clearly, Dorek was too simple-minded, knowing nothing about business management or shares, and only of turf wars and violence.

He worked under the impression that if he evicted the Lane family and beat up all their security guards, Lanecorp would in turn be his. In a way, his brain was wired differently.

Frank was left smiling in amusement as Peter Lane told him everything to think that the Yimmels would have such a treat in their midst! Still, the sight of Dorek being pulled out of the fountain gave him an idea.

There was no way he would turn away a hostage who came throwing himself into Frank's grasp.

And Yora had the Southstream Lane in her custody, did she not?

There was no way she could just ignore Frank using Dorek as leverage the brat was her great-grandson, after all!

With that in mind, Frank strode toward Dorek.

The man was on all fours, coughing water after his bodyguards pulled him out of the fountain.

Still, fear and panic showed in his eyes when he saw Frank arrive.

"W-Who's your boss?!"

Frank raised a brow at the thuggish slang-the brat was really a treat.

Still, he said, "Let's put that aside for a moment. So, do you admit that Draconian martial arts is better?"

"No!"

Surprisingly, Dorek sprang to his feet, yelling as he rushed Frank. "I only let you have that for free! Now, I-"

Dorek's attempt to blindside Frank

with his elbow was easily parried Frank then clenched his fingers around Dorek's elbow even before he finished, leaving him squealing like a gutted pig.

A visible black bruise appeared on Dorek's elbow, and he leapt away from Frank, clutching his arm and gasping. "So, do you want to continue?" Frank strode up, smiling.

"Guh..."

Dorek stumbled backward in fear but soon recovered, standing akimbo and smirking. "You little shit-I don't know where you come from, but I dare you to hit me again! I'm warning you... I'm from the Yimmel family, and Yora Yimmel is my matriarch! She will-"

Even before Dorek could finish, Frank had stomped his leg, leaving him screaming in agony. "Y-You're fucked... How dare_"

Smack!

Frank slapped him across the face right then, not holding back at all.

That in turn clear Dorek's head, and he was left staring at his goons who stood there uselessly.

At that point, he realized that his tried-and-true formula of name-dropping was really pointless against the behemoth who was Frank.

It did not matter if he was a child of the Yimmel family-Frank would slap him regardless.

Understanding that instantly, Dorek

clutched his face as he cried, "Stop!

Just stop! I-I give up, alright?! You can have your Lanecorp... I'm leaving, okay?!" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only