The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

There was an urgent knock on his door just then, and Frank opened it to find a man he did not recognize.

Still, his finely tailored suit made it clear he was not your average Joe, and there was a burly black- clad bodyguard behind him.

“Who are you?” Frank asked.

Tidus did not waste his breath and asked bluntly, “Frank Lawrence? I’m Gerald Simmons‘ son.”

Frank promptly understood. “It seems your father’s condition is worse than I thought.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Tidus seized his collar right then. “You did something to him, didn’t you?!”

His father was perfectly fine despite being sick on occasion but was suddenly dying after meeting this

brat!

He really doubted this brat was innocent!

Frank simply smiled. “Your father is plagued with multiple conditions, with his thorax being maimed during his younger days. It was always on the verge of aggravation. Also, I just need to lift my finger and he’d be dead–why go through so much trouble?”

Tidus considered that for a long while before eventually growling, “You’re coming with me to help my dad. You can ask for anything you want once he’s cured–if you don’t, I’ll cripple you, your connection with Vicky Turnbull be damned.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”

“You can think of it that way,” Tidus replied staunchly.

Frank moved right then, seizing Tidus‘ wrist and clenching, dislocating it from his shoulder in an

instant!

Glaring at him contemptibly, Frank growled, “I hate being threatened.”

“What… Get him!” Tidus barked at the bodyguard, who promptly swung a punch at Frank’s face!

Frank answered it with his own fist.

Pow!

“Argh!!!” the bodyguard yelled–his knuckle was left deformed as he stumbled backward!

Tidus was left dumbstruck right then.

Governor Quill was the one who had handpicked that bodyguard. But even at his level, the brat broke Governor Quill’s hand with just a single punch?!

Frank turned back toward Tidus just then, looking downward at him coolly. “If you want to save your

dad, tell him to come see me. You are in no position to speak with me.”

“What-”

Before Tidus could finish, Frank had already kicked him out of his room.

Beside Tidus, even the bodyguard was fuming. “Sir, what do we do now?”

Tidus was helpless either way.

They were supposed to ask Frank to help treat his father, only to fail and end up being given a beating.

“Let’s go back for now. The brat’s too cocky,” he growled.

Meanwhile, at Gerald’s residence, every VIP there had shown up after hearing that he was in critical condition.

Among them were Kenny Sparks, master of Skyblade Dojo, and Norman Schmidt, chief of Riverton’s commerce guild.

“Dan, is there really no saving Gerald?” Norman was just asking.

Dan shook his head and said, “Ms. Turnbull did mention that Frank Lawrence could, however. Tidus has left to get him.”

Norman gasped. “That brat again? Is it true what he said, that Gerald has a coronary artery disease?”

“I don’t know.” Dan shook his head again, chagrined.

“Master Tidus has returned!” a servant announced loudly right then, drawing everyone’s attention.