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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 131-The masked man stood out, staring at Frank just then. “You’re ‘strong, Mr.
Lawrence, but there’s over a hundred of us. Do you really think you can survive? Why don’t you join us instead, and enjoy the spoils with us?” “Who do you think you are to draw me to your cause?” Frank snorted in disdain.
The masked man pursed his lips, surprised that he would be so full of himself.
“In that case, die.” He waved, and all the hitmen charged toward Frank right then!
Frank remained fearless.
With a raging bellow, he charged into their midst, directing their vigor as he moved at extreme speed.
Each punch kicked up a violent gust, instantly knocking a person into the air!
The masked man’s heart skipped a beat as he looked on in shock.
As Frank danced through his hitmen, none of them were left standing in his wake!
“Don’t let him reach her!” the masked man yelled in shock, finally realizing that Frank was aiming to save Yara!
However, the man holding Yara could barely react when Frank kicked him in the face.
Pow!
The man’s face crumbled into itself, and he was sent flying, hitting the floor in a splatter of blood and guts.
The hitmen were all left gasping at the sight of their comrade’s tragic death–how much power was in that kick?!
Frank in turn picked up the machete he dropped and freed Yara.
The masked man suddenly realized that things were going bad and told his hitmen, “Deal with the woman! Leave that bastard to me!” With that, he singled out Frank, no longer taking him lightly. “I’ll admit that you’re strong, but it’s a shame that you’re going to die today.” Frank simply brandished his machete as he glared at the man. “To tell the truth, I’m best with blades, not my fists.” And with that, he lunged forward, swinging his blade and launching a slash through the air, cutting down everything in his way!
The masked man dodged out the way, too terrified to get close–his cheeks were actually hurting from a slight graze!
“Shit…” Finally realizing that Frank was not kidding, he leaped forward the split second Frank swung the machete, launching his palm at Frank’s face!
“Die!” “Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move, but you were too much of a coward.” As Frank’s voice rang beside his ears, the masked man realized he had been tricked.
But it was too late!
Frank’s blade suddenly turned, slicing through his arm and sending it flying in an instant!
“Argh!!!” the masked man screamed as he clutched his shoulder, backing away as blood gushed out!
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 132-However, Frank did not allow the masked man a single moment’s rest and lunged forward again!
“Die!” the masked man yelled as he pulled his collar, freeing his jacket and launching a rain of silver needles!
Frank parried some with his machete, while using his other hand to shield his face.
He knocked down most, but several struck his body.
The masked man laughed pompously in turn. “That’s three needles! You’re dead now! No one can cure my poison–cut off your own arm and beg if you want to live!” Frank could feel a chill even as he directed his vigor, and it was a familiar sensation… It was Snowshade, which Vicky was poisoned with before.
That also means the masked man had poisoned Vicky before! He must not let him free!
Earnestly furious, Frank launched another slash through the air!
The masked man paled in terror, never expecting Frank to keep directing his vigor even after all that!
He dodged and did not pause as he shouted at Les, “Run! We’re no match for him!” With those words, both of them leaped out of the window.
Frank naturally gave chase, machete in hand.
Behind him, the masked man’s hitmen were all left dumbfounded.
Did their boss just bolt? Should they run as well, or keep fighting?
In the case of the latter, the woman before them who was just freed was clearly a fighter, even knocking down over twenty of their ranks!
With that, some started to flee, and more soon followed!
Still, Yara did not have time to go after them. Instead, she turned and ran after Frank.
Frank was still in hot pursuit of the masked man as he ran through the wastelands when he suddenly threw his machete.
It gleamed coldly in the air as it cut an elegant arc, reaching the masked man in an instant! He stopped, reaching out to pluck it out of the air, but Frank seized the moment to reach him and sent him flying with a palm to the back of his head!
Even though Frank was poisoned and a lot less strong, his blow still left the masked man rolling on the ground.
Frank pulled out the machete that landed on the ground, asking icily, “Who are you? Why did you try to kill Vicky?” “You’re not getting anything from me,” the masked man wheezed.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know if you stayed quiet?” Frank snorted in disdain.
“You were using Snowshade, a poison that the Spirit Hill Sect used.” “H–How did you know?!” the man exclaimed in shock.
They were a small sect in the South Sea and not that famous… if Frank knew, he must be from a sect in the South Sea as well!
Frank, however, did not answer and started to reach for his mask, when the masked man yelled, “Stop staring and do something, Les!” Les stepped out from between the trees right then, and Frank turned to find that Les had trained a gun on him.
Glaring murderously, Frank growled, “Aren’t you Vicky’s cousin?” He remembered Les, having come across him in the security room, but they never had any argument.
“So what?” Les growled through his teeth.
“Why would you want to kill me? My fight is not with you.” Frank said in curiosity.
“We simply walk different paths,” Les replied. “Since you chose to side with Vicky, prepare to die!” The masked man yelled, “Don’t waste your breath! Kill him, and rendezvous with me later!” With that, he sprang to his feet and fled, while Frank watched as he left.
He reasoned again, “You’re Vicky’s cousin, but you betrayed her. You won’t live when she finds out.”
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 133-Les was completely unfettered. “So what? You’re going to die now.” Frank shook his head exasperatedly. “I’d rather you didn’t shoot. Not even Glen Turnbull can save you if you do, and you won’t hurt me anyway.” “Haha!” Les laughed out loud. “What, are you bulletproof?!” Frank’s eyes were filled with confidence. “Why don’t you test it?” Les glared at Frank, sensing that Frank was not afraid at all.
Silence ensued, with only the wind rustling amid the trees.
As both men became on edge… Bang!
Les fired, sparks bursting out of his gun’s barrel.
In that instant, Frank reached out and grabbed before spinning and pausing.
He slowly extended his right knuckle.
“What…” Les paled, his eyes bulging as he studied Frank.
He was unscathed! Did he really just catch a bullet with his bare hands?!
Impossible!
“I told you. You can’t kill me.” Frank’s gaze remained confident as he slowly opened his palm, which was red with his blood.
“You tricked me?!” Les exclaimed in shock, realizing he had been fooled.
However, Frank seized the moment of his distraction and kicked the hilt of his machete, launching it at Les!
Shunk!
“Argh!” Les screamed as he dropped the gun–the machete caught him on the shoulder, nailing him to a tree!
With that, Frank slowly made his way toward Les.
Les finally sensed Frank’s killing intent right then, and panic showed in his eyes.
“Y–You can’t kill me,” he stammered. “I’m a Turnbull…” “Do you think Vicky would let traitors like you live?” Frank asked flatly.
“Of course! I’m Glen Turnbull’s son, and Walter Turnbull is my uncle!” Les quickly said, knowing that he could not run and tried to entice Frank in any way he could. “He’s nothing compared to my father, and not even Vicky would dare threaten me! Let me go, and you can have anything you want –I’ll even let you stay with me when I become the next head of the family!” Frank completely ignored that, and instead asked, “Who was that masked man?” Les shook his head. “I don’t know…” Seeing that he was being stubborn, Frank kicked his leg, breaking it!
“Argh!” Les‘ blood curdling scream echoed across the forest, and he sweated bullets while looking at Frank in fear. “Y–You hit me!” “One last time. Who was that masked man?” Frank asked icily, his tone unyielding.
Les shook his head again as he cried, “I don’t know! All I know is that he’s called Goldman, and he’s working for the Salazars! Donald Salazar wants Vicky dead so that he could help me take over Riverton…” Frank’s gaze flared with contempt. “A piece of shit like you?” With that, he seized Les by the neck!
“Oof! W–What are you doing?! I told you everything I know! Don’t kill me!” Les‘ face turned white even as he kept pleading for his life.
“I gave you a chance.” Frank snorted in disdain. “You didn’t take it.”
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 134-Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him–but he did, and that meant death.
Frank squeezed right then.
Crack.
Les‘ neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank cared so little about him!
With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.
He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.
Hurrying to him, she asked, “Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?” “I’m fine,” Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.
Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.
Still, after spacing out for a while, she came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then tore her shirt into strips and helped Frank bandage it.
Her torn shirt revealed her slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist–she might even beat Vicky in that field.
“Was that a gunshot wound, Mr. Lawrence?” she asked hesitantly.
Frank nodded.
“Who shot you?” Yara asked angrily.
From where she was standing, Frank had saved her and taught her martial arts, and so, she swore to avenge him.
1 However, Frank pointed at a tree in the distance, and Yara turned to see Les nailed to a tree, his head lopsided and clearly dead.
“Wait… You killed him, Mr. Lawrence?” Yara quickly asked.
Frank nodded again.
“Well, this is going to be troublesome…” Yara muttered under her breath.
“How so?” “You might not know this, but Les is Glen Turnbull’s bastard,” Yara explained.
“Even if he didn’t command respect, he’s still a member of their family. If they asked, you should tell them that the masked man killed him, Don’t take the blame.” Frank simply laughed. “He betrayed the Turnbulls. What’s the point of letting him live? He’s dead anyway, and if the Turnbulls really pressed the issue, that just proves their insignificance.
11 “What…” Yara was stumped.
Frank was as brave as he was staunch, and he clearly had no intention to lie.
Even so, would the Turnbulls really spare him?
After a long while, Vicky and her people arrived at East City, with over ten SUVS stopping outside the woods.
Her parents were with her, and she rushed to Frank right away when she saw that he was hurt, asking worriedly, “What happened to your hand, Frank?” “It’s nothing. Your cousin shot me,” Frank replied calmly.
“What?! Let’s get you to the hospital!” Vicky cried frantically.
Frank chuckled. “I’m better than what they can offer. I’m fine now, don’t worry.” “Mr. Lawrence, where’s Mr. Longman?” Walter asked just then.
“He was killed,” Yara explained. “They took the pill recipe too. Les Turnbull betrayed the family, and I would’ve been killed if Mr. Lawrence didn
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 135-Frank was as brave as he was staunch, and he clearly had no intention to lie.
Even so, would the Turnbulls really spare him?
After a long while, Vicky and her people arrived at East City, with over ten SUVS stopping outside the woods.
Her parents were with her, and she rushed to Frank right away when she saw that he was hurt, asking worriedly, “What happened to your hand, Frank?” “It’s nothing. Your cousin shot me,” Frank replied calmly.
“What?! Let’s get you to the hospital!” Vicky cried frantically.
Frank chuckled. “I’m better than what they can offer. I’m fine now, don’t worry.”
“Mr. Lawrence, where’s Mr. Longman?” Walter asked just then.
“He was killed,” Yara explained. “They took the pill recipe too. Les Turnbull betrayed the family, and I would’ve been killed if Mr. Lawrence didn’t arri
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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 137-Vicky gingerly received the pill recipe from Frank, she asked curiously, “What’s the name this pill, Mr. Lawrence?” t’s called the Rejuvenation Pill,” Frank replied nonchalantly. “I developed it out of boredom a pill to restore vigor. Add that to other ingredients and it’d have a cosmetic effect.”
th Vicky and Yara were left gaping in disbelief–he made a miraculous pill by chance?
owever, neither of them doubted if the pill would work, since they were witness to the depth Frank’s knowledge of medicine.
oreover, he had no trouble improving a martial arts technique, so creating a pill recipe ould be no issue.
cky could throw herself in Frank’s arms right then and kiss him—she had certainly hit the ckpot!
le promptly whipped out a check, writing a number with multiple zeros and stuffing it into ank’s hand.
ust take it,” she said.
ank read the check to see that it was a whopping twenty million dollars!
was certainly no small sum!
You should keep the money…” he said–money was pointless for him, and he could go to evor if he ever needed any.
cky, however, insisted. “Don’t turn this down now. I have nothing else to repay you with ide from money or myself. So if you don’t want the money, you can have me instead.” Le even tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear coquettishly.
Iuh…” Frank was taken aback and thought about it. “I’ll take the money, then!” Grr…” Vicky hit him with a knuckle and returned to her seat, huffing.
ill, as she read the recipe, she saw that most ingredients were common, but not the meat cap!
s there anything we can replace the panacea polypore with?” ank shook his head right away. “Every ingredient must be included. Why? Is there an issue th the materials?” Most of the materials are common enough, but not the panacea polypore.” Ask Mr. Zimmer to look if you have to,” Frank suggested.
They probably don’t have it in the Flora Hall, or everyone would know,” Vicky said before using to herself for a moment. “Actually, I’ll ask him anyway, along with our family’s allies.” le certainly did not want to get stuck when they had such an amazing recipe!
Time was of the sence, or it would take considerable effort to reclaim the Riverton market once Donald lazar’s Beauty Pill hit the shelves and seized a monopoly.
ter getting home, Frank had a meal, after which he was left staring at the check in his hand.
Eventually, he decided to save it into his account, or it would not do if he lost such a tiny sheet of paper.
Meanwhile, at Lane Manor, Gina and Greg were a tangled mess of bodies, though Greg was soon spent as he sat up and quietly lit himself a cigarette.
Gina snuggled against him, her face flushed as she said, “Why don’t you move in, Greg? I’ll tell Helen and Peter when you do.” Out!
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 138-Greg frowned, He only got close to Gina for her money he would puke if he had to get intimate with a fortyish woman every day!
Seeing her beloved frown, Gina asked, “What’s wrong, Greg? You don’t want to?” “Uh… No way!” Greg, promptly changed his reaction and chuckled, “I’ve been thinking about it already, but now’s not the time.” “Why not?”
“We’re still not married, even if we are single now. I think we should do it properly, so that all of Riverton knows.” Gina was beaming at that, purring shyly, “Oh, we’re both adults. Why bother with child’s play?
11 “Don’t say that,” Greg said righteously. “Marriage is a big deal, or people would talk if I keep coming here.” Gina actually thought that made sense and was emotional that Greg would care so much about her.
She was certainly right about him!
Greg sighed lengthily just then. “Also, I’ve been busy with work. Let’s get married once I’ve gotten that out of the way.” “Yeah, work is important,” Gina agreed. “I’ll tell Helen to transfer you the money as soon as possible.” Greg was none too pleased.
That was when the butler knocked on the door.
“What is it?!” Gina shouted as both she and Greg panicked, scrambling to get dressed.
“Mrs. Lane, your son has just returned.” “Peter? Why?” Gina did a double take–was Peter not supposed to be at work?
Why did he come back so soon?
“I think someone beat him up,” the butler said. “Why don’t you take a look?” “What?!” Gina was furious as soon as she heard that and rushed downstairs once she got dressed.
Greg hurried after her to find Peter lying on the drawing room couch, whimpering.
“Mom…” He sobbed.
Gina ran toward him, her heart aching when she saw his face battered and bruised. “Oh, Peter … What happened? Weren’t you starting work at Grande Corp?” “Vicky fired me, Mom!” Peter cried indignantly.
“What?” Dumbfounded, Gina turned towards Greg. “Didn’t Ms. Turnbull agree to give Peter a job?” “Y–Yeah,” Greg replied. “We had an agreement. Why would she fire you?” “It’s all because of Frank!” Peter sobbed. “I ran into him in the lobby, and he told me to leave! He must have badmouthed me in front of Vicky… I mean, we did have a disagreement before, but I already apologized! But she told Frank to beat me up!” Incensed, Gina smacked the table as she growled, “That woman’s really too much!” On the other hand, Greg narrowed his eyes. “What did Frank say? How did he make Ms. Turnbull get so upset with you?” “I don’t know! Frank entered her office, so I don’t know what he said–but once she came out, she started snapping at me.” Peter sobbed and pointed at his nose. “Frank even broke my nose.
“It’s alright, Peter. Don’t cry–I’ll get the doctor for you.” Gina promptly hugged him, comforting him.
Peter, however, was huffing indignantly. “You have to help me, Mom.”
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 139-Gina nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry, Peter. I’ll call your sister right now.‘ She whipped out her phone right then and called Helen, surprising her since she was busy with work. “What is it, Mom?” Gina had her hand on her hip as she growled, “Your brother was beaten up, Helen.” “What? Who did?” “That ex–husband of yours!” Gina exclaimed furiously. “Who else could it be?!” “Frank? But, why?” Helen asked, puzzled.
“Why?” Gina snorted. “Peter went to Grande Corp to start work, but that lowlife Frank badmouthed him in front of Vicky. Peter got fired, and Frank seized the moment to beat him up. Call him right this instant and tell him to apologize!” Helen sighed exasperatedly. “How could Frank possibly sway Vicky, Mom?” “He’s her gigolo. He just has to whisper a few words after a fumble.” Helen rolled her eyes–her mother really thought Vicky to be some simpleton.
If Vicky could be swayed so easily, there was no way she could surpass her father and take over Grande Corp!
However, there was no way she could beat her mother in an argument, so she said half- heartedly, “Okay, okay–I’ll call Frank later, alright?” Gina nodded in satisfaction at that but soon said, “By the way, let’s meet up at Riverton Bank later.” “What? Why?” Helen was utterly bemused.
“Didn’t you agree to lend Greg ten million dollars?” Gina reminded her. “You have to make the transfer soon!” Helen bit her lip, hesitating for a long while before saying, “Mom, I agreed to lend the money and I will. But is it that urgent?” “Of course it is!” Gina urged. “Greg’s still waiting. You need to go soon! We’ll be waiting there.
If anything, Gina was more anxious than Greg as she kept envisioning them getting married.
Naturally, the sooner that happened, the better!
“Alright, alright.” Helen sighed exasperatedly.
Gina hung up and turned toward Peter. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ve told your sister to scold Frank now.” “That’s not good enough, Mom,” Peter said. “I want him beaten up.” “Don’t worry, Peter,” Greg quickly said. “Once I have the chance, I’ll have my boys do just that.
” Chapter 139 2/2 He certainly had no time to waste with Peter–he wanted Helen’s money soon!
“Yeah, see? Greg will help you get even,” Gina nodded repeatedly. “Hell, Frank bolted when he ran into Greg last time.” That lowlife even pretended to take a call as he ran. What a coward!
“Really?” Peter was surprised that Greg was that powerful.
“Yeah. I learned martial arts—most people are no match for me.” Greg smiled and nodded, though he was cursing inwardly.
He lucked out when Frank left because he was busy, or he would be thoroughly humiliated! Turning back to Gina, he said, “Let’s go to the bank now. We shouldn’t keep Helen waiting.” Gina nodded repeatedly and told the butler to take care of Peter before leaving with Greg. Meanwhile, Frank arrived at Riverton Bank as well
The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 140-As soon as Frank stepped inside, a receptionist in a business suit promptly approached him.” How can I help you, sir?‘ Frank whipped out his check immediately. “Please open an account for me and deposit this check.” When the receptionist took the check and saw that it was worth twenty million, she promptly said, “Please come with me, sir! You’re eligible for our VVIP service with this deposit, and I’ll contact my manager right away to assist you.” Frank nodded. “Thank you.”
In the end, anyone moving funds worth twenty million dollars made them a big shot in any bank, and the employees would never drag their feet in return.
Soon, the receptionist had led Frank into a grandly decorated lounge. She even made him coffee, not forgetting to squeeze her breasts as she leaned over, baring her luscious cleavage.
Riverton Bank had no shortage of VIPS, but young and rich men like Frank were still a rarity.
The receptionist certainly was not about to let the chance slip but was left disappointed as Frank did not even look at her.
Soon, a man in a suit entered, bowing to Frank as soon as he did. “Greetings, Mr. Lawrence. I’m Kurt Costner, the manager of this bank. We’re honored to have your trust.” Frank nodded, told him why he came, and handed him the check.
Kurt took it politely with both hands and quickly said, “Please wait here, Mr.
Lawrence. I’ll set up your account right away.
[I As he pulled out a laptop, he went to work while chatting up Frank. “You’re not local, are you, Mr. Lawrence?” From his point of view, Frank must be some rich kid. After all, he was young and could whip out twenty million dollars out of nowhere, and there was no dynasty or bigwig who went by the name of Lawrence.
Moreover, the check drawer was Vicky Turnbull. That meant Frank was connected to the Turnbulls, and he might be from a rich family in the capital.
As Frank nodded calmly, Kurt asked, “Would you like to save this money or invest it?” Seeing that Frank was frowning, he quickly said, “Please don’t misunderstand, Mr. Lawrence. Our bank has a professional investment service, and I may offer a recommendation if you’re interested. And the yearly interest rate is above 6%!” “That’s unnecessary,” Frank said, shaking his head. “Just open an account for me. I might be making more deposits in the future.” He was starting a company with Vicky after all, and that meant more money eventually.
Kurt was certainly impressed -just look at that charisma! One would expect nothing less of the son of a rich family from the capital.
“Apologies, but may I ask how much you would be saving?” he asked.
Frank stroked his chin. “A few hundred million, I’d say…” If the Rejuvenation Pill took off, he would make that much without breaking a sweat–even in conservative estimation.
Kurt gulped at Frank’s words. If he could get those savings, he would be settled for the long run!
Vicky’s check, such a confident gait, and twenty million… He already had absolute faith that Frank was telling the truth right then, and that he must absolutely suck up to him!
He promptly took out a card and passed it respectfully to Frank. “Here’s my business card, Mr. Lawrence. Just contact me should you have any questions about finance.” “Thank you. I’ll call any time I have questions.” “You’re most welcome, Mr. Lawrence. It will be my honor.” Meanwhile, Helen, Gina, and Greg had arrived at the bank, with Helen walking right up to the receptionist. “I’d like to see the manager, please.