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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 971-Naturally, Frank stood in front of him, waiting.

Brusquely picking him up, he slapped him twice across the face and flung him back to his friends.

"Apologize!" Frank bellowed as he stood in front of a kneeling Soren, his murderous leaving the boys flinching.

"S-Sorry, Kat… We're just following orders… Sorry…"

It was quite something, seeing every boy and bodyguard who attacked Kat earlier now kneeling and begging.

Pico was going to say something but cowered behind his bar in fear at the sight, crouching as he dialed a number. "Hello, Mr. Blackfive? There's someone causing a mess in your bar. Yes, yes, yes… You should come right away!"

On the other hand, while every boy and bodyguard who attacked Kat was kowtowing to her in apology, Soren never did despite being the ringleader.

He was clenching his jaw and clenching his knuckles, showing no intent to yield.

"What, do you have something to say?" Frank growled at Soren, striding over to him and grabbing him by the hair. "I wasn't bothered by your endless insults, nor did I care that you refused to change your ways. But attacking Kat in public?

You're really asking for it!" "Don't…"

Soren was trembling under Frank's menacing presence, but he soon straightened as he remembered that he was now a Lionheart, even bellowing at Frank, "D-Don't be so sure of yourself! I'm a full-fledged Lionheart now, and if you hurt me, you're an enemy of the Lionhearts! If-" "Still not giving up, huh?

Fine." Frank's eyes flashed coldly before Soren could finish, and he kicked Soren to the floor.

As Soren looked on in shock and confusion, he raised his foot in the air, growling, "Most people would think that the Lionhearts are a big deal… but to me? They're just trash!” "What?!” Everyone in the bar was gaping when they heard what Frank said about the Lionhearts.

Forget starting a bar fight-that man would insult the Lionhearts too?!

Was there a single person who did not know that the Lionhearts were the most powerful of Morhen's Four Families and carried themselves like kings?

In fact, there had been those who insulted the Lionhearts before-their corpses were found the next day in the canals outside Morhen.

"Y-You're a dead man!" Soren laughed maniacally despite his impending death.

"No one can save you now… You're a dead man now that you've insulted the Lionhearts!" "Do I need saving at all?" Frank sneered in disdain, saying icily, "I didn't want to bother myself with some insect like you, but you keep testing me repeatedly. I'm going to teach you a lesson to be remembered now."

Thud!

Soren screamed like a gutted pig when Frank shoved his foot down.

His bootlickers all winced in pain as they saw where Frank kicked Soren- the man was now an eunuch.

"F-Frank Lawrence!!!" Soren screamed, his eyes widening as he clutched his groin.

Frank snorted and turned toward the rest. "So, does anyone here want what he had?"

Everyone immediately looked terrified and were all kowtowing as they begged for mercy.

Kat was leaning against the wall and gave Frank the bird. "I thought for a moment you didn't care, Master Lawrence."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 972-Frank sighed. "You should quit frequenting places like these.” "Yeah," Kat replied and glanced at Helen, who came to help with an exasperated smile. "I was going to perform for you. I didn't think this would happen." "It's fine. Just don't talk." Helen smiled wryly, wiping the blood off Kat's cheek.

"Let's go." Frank looked around, nodding at Lily before starting to leave.

"Who told you that you could leave?!" A thunderous voice bellowed from the back of the bar, and a burly man over two meters tall and wearing a black tank top strode in.

He was leading a group of men as they strode in through the back door, and the bar owner, Pico, was bowing immediately. "Welcome, Mr. Blackfive "Uh-huh."

Blackfive nodded nonchalantly, looking around at the messed up bar before turning toward Frank, "Aren't you going to pay US damages after the mess you made? That doesn't make sense, does it?"

He picked up a fallen chair off the floor, sitting down and cutting off Frank's path.

Frank scowled, but he did not want more problems and so asked, "How much do you want?" "This much." Blackfive raised his fingers and wagged them.

"Five hunded grand?" Helen strode up, frowning. "Don't you think that's too much?" "Oh…?"

Blackfive was totally focused on Frank and never noticed the beauty beside Frank, studying her figure right then, his eyes flashed greedily and he licked his lips, grinning, "Five hundred grand? Don't you think you're underestimating me here? I meant five million! No one's leaving unless you pay up!" "Hahaha!"

Soren was suddenly laughing in the distance just as Blackfive finished.

Clutching his crotch while pointing at Frank with his other hand, he laughed gleefully. "You're done! You messed with Mr. Blackfive now… Don't you know?

He's friends with the Soranos!" "Exactly." Blackfive grinned even if he had no idea who Soren was, grinning and clapping himself on the chest. "This bar is an estate owned by the Soranos. You're not leaving Morhen alive now!" "Shit, Blackfive is friends with the Soranos?" "First the Lionhearts, and now the Soranos… That brat is really dead now."

Blackfive was certainly smug as he saw the scared looks from the bar guests around him.

Pausing for a moment, he looked at Helen again, chuckling. "Naturally, you have another option… Let your girl spend the night with me. Don't worry, I'll be gentlehow about that?"

After all that daylight scamming, Blackfive ended up setting his sights on Helen.

Frank was actually not surprised.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 973-"Frank…"

Helen frowned, realizing that Blackfive was now after him.

She did not want Frank to fight, but she was not about to let herself fall to Blackfive's dirty paws either.

Frank nodded. "Don't worry, just leave this to me." "So? Are we fighting our way out, master?" Kat asked.

She would never doubt Frank's strength-even if she was hurt right now, she was raring to go.

Blackfive goons quickly encircled them when they heard Kat, while Frank gave her a bump in the head.

"Quit messing around already." He sighed exasperatedly. "Haven't you caused me enough trouble?" "Well, what should we do?" Kat groaned miserably. "That bastard obviously won't let it rest." "D-Dad!"

Just then, Baldie gained consciousness after Frank sent him crashing into a table with a kick.

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!"

Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody-neither of them had brains.

"What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?!

They're dead now!"

Death aura spilled from his body-he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank.

Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!"

Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son? You're so done now!"

He sprang from his chair, picking up a steel bat from his goon as he strode up, bellowing, "It seems I must straighten you out right now!" "Go, Dad! Beat them up!" Baldie exclaimed, glee showing on his face even as he clutched his hip.

Soren was laughing too. "You're fucked, Frank! Hahaha-" "Shut up!" Frank suddenly launched a chair with a kick, which slammed Soren in the head and knocked him out.

Then, holding back Kat who was eager to start fighting, he remained impassive as he stared at Blackfive. "If you're a friend of the Soranos, have you heard of the name Gus Zeller?" "Gus Zeller?!"

Blackfive's murderous glare faded, and he stared at Frank curiously and frowned. "You know him?" "I do." Frank nodded.

He had been catching a lot of heat today, and therefore resorted to name dropping Gus, since he did not want more trouble.

Gus would most likely help out since he still needed Frank's treatment.

Moreover, Frank already had a hunch that Gus held considerable authority even among the Soranos, given how even Willy Sorano was tiptoeing around him, let alone ordering him around.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 974-Frank continued, "Why don't you call Gus and ask if he knows the name Frank Lawrence?"

Blackfive was left doubtful just then-he was at best a fringe acquaintance of the family and could never afford to mess with Gus. Even as a retainer, Gus' words held sway over Zico Sorano, the head of the Sorano family, making him one of the most important executives.

And anyone who messed with a friend of his… nine lives would only last that long.

With that in mind, Blackfive took out his phone.

Though he was staring at Frank warily, he threatened, "You're dead if I find out you're lying!"

He then dialed a number. "Yes, yes, yes, it's Blackfive… Could you help me reach Mr. Zeller? No, it's something urgent. It's his friend…"

Everyone else waited for a long while, and it was not until Kat started to get impatient that Blackfive hung up.

Once he did, he was left spacing out for a long while with a sour look on his face.

Eventually, he turned to give Frank an awkward stare, and everyone looked on in shock as he dropped to his knees, kowtowing reverently to Frank!

His sweat was trickling to the ground in fear even as he cried, ”1-1 apologize for speaking out of turn! Please don’t hold it against me!"

After all, Gus himself answered his phone call and told Blackfive in no uncertain terms that he would be coming over to kill him if he laid a finger on Frank!

Finding out that Gus was that protective of Frank left Blackfive sweating buckets and rejoicing he never attacked Frank.

If he did… it would really be over for him! Frank really was Gus' friend!

"Then can I leave now?" Frank asked shortly and loftily.

"O-Of course!" Blackfive nodded repeatedly as he came to his senses, flashing a fawning smile.

"Dad! Why are you letting them go?!" Baldie cried in complaint.

"Shut up!" Blackfive promptly slapped him across the face, leaving him on the verge of tears.

He would never dare to breathe a word now and was even smiling fawningly as he watched Frank and the others leave.

Frank then paused. "Oh, and about damages…" "Oh! Right, yes, of course."

Blackfive promptly whipped out a gold card from his pocket, smiling. "There's five hundred grand in here, Mr. Lawrence. You can use the money at this bar and consider it my compensation…"

Frank did a double take-he actually was going to ask how much he had to pay, but Blackfive got the wrong idea and thought Frank was coercing him instead.

After a moment of silence, Frank took the card anyway.

Given how Blackfive behaved around him now, the man would not accept any compensation.

If anything, taking the gold card would actually offer him peace of mind.

And to no surprise, Blackfive was a lot less apprehensive after Frank took his gold card, even getting his goons to get in line, forming a guard of honor as Frank and the others left.

"Please come again!" he exclaimed after them.

The bar guests who remained were all left gaping as they watched Blackfive bend himself backwards, and it was especially the case for Pico, the bar owner, and Soren's bootlickers.

They certainly had never heard of Blackfive behaving like such a loser, let alone witnessed it!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 975-As Frank drove, he glanced at Kat in the backseat. "Let's go to a hospital nearby." "Hold up. When did you get so friendly with the Soranos, Master Lawrence? " Kat asked, not bothered by her injuries, moving about restlessly even though Helen told her not to move.

"One of their retainers is my patient, that’s all," Frank said.

Kat whistled, impressed. "That's so cool… I think I should give up on martial arts and pick up medicine!" "Why don't you actually study properly first?" Frank shot her down, not holding back at all. "Medicine requires specialized knowledge, while you don't know a thing. Would you manage to learn anything at all?"

"Hmph. More like you just don't want to teach me." Kat pouted, folding her arms before her chest.

Frank chuckled. "Fine, then let's give you a crash course. First, you will memorize the names and the properties of ten thousand medicinal herbs, and the effects if they were mixed together."

That was enough to give Kat a migraine, and she threw up her hands in resignation, while Helen hid a giggle.

They arrived at the emergency ward, and Frank was cleaning Kat's scratches when he saw an ambulance come bounding into the hospital compound.

"Make way, make way!"

A group of doctors and nurses were hurriedly wheeling a man, whose face was covered in blood, into the operating room.

In fact, he was beaten up all over-he was a gruesome mess.

"What?"

Frank was ready to leave since it was none of his business, when he saw a black, unevenly shaped pill dropping off the patient's hand.

He did a double take as he recognized that it was the antidote pill he refined.

He then looked at the patient's face and was soon left thunderstruck as he remembered.

It was Nash Yego, Kat's father!

Frank's shock showed on his face too. "Didn't I send him to deliver the pills to Gus Zeller? How did he-" "Master Lawrence? Why are you spacing out there?"

Kat saw Frank standing and spacing out in the hallway and waved in front of his eyes.

"Kat…"

Frank did a double take but quickly realized that he could not let Kat find out about this.

Forcing a smile, he threw Helen his car key and said solemnly, "Sorry, something just came up. Go back to the cottage, and don't run off again." "Huh?

What came up?" Kat asked, suspicious.

Frank nodded and smiled to make himself look as natural as possible. "It's the Soranos. I told you that one of their retainers was my patient, didn't I?" "Fine,"

Kat replied grumpily. "Be back soon." "Yeah," Frank said, waving her goodbye.

"Frank, what happened?" Helen asked, frowning worriedly.

Kat might not be able to read Frank's mind, but Helen had been with him long enough to tell.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 976-"It's just a little something… Don't worry," Frank said, deciding not to tell Helen.

He did not want Helen to worry about Nash, since Nash had been kind to her.

"Okay," Helen did not press Frank since he did not want to say, and instead nodded. "In that case, I'll be going back to Mr. Yego's cottage. Be safe." "I know.

See you." After sending off Helen, Frank took a moment to calm down and strode toward the operating room, his knuckles clenched.

Nash was so thoroughly maimed that |

he could not recognize Frank at all—it was not just a beating, but it was violent torture! Hee "Nash…" Frank felt a pang of guilt just then—this would not have

happened if he did not send Nash to deliver his pills.

Naturally, he more or less had an idea who had done this.

"Willy Sorano…" he growled, his eyes flashing viciously as his rage flared.

"Hey! This is an operating room! You're not allowed in here!" A nurse promptly stopped him when she saw Frank about to barge inside.

"I'm a family member and a doctor. Let me in," Frank said, showing perfect selfcontrol after what had happened three years ago despite his rage.

Right now, his priority was to save - Nash and not get payback from the Soranos.

"You're a doctor?" The nurse st7i~A Frank and shook her head. "I don't care what doctor you are. Only the doctors on duty are allowed in." "Moreover…" She trailed off, the contempt in her eyes showing despite her mask. "This hospital is owned by the Sorano family. Who do you think you are?" "What…" Frank was certainly infuriated, but he also knew that suddenly mentioning that he was a doctor ready to treat a patient did not make sense.

If they allowed anyone in just because they said that, why bother operating a hospital at all? | Holding back his rage, Frank asked i quietly, "How long until they're finished?" "You'll be informed when they are," the nurse replied nonchalantly, not wanting to waste her breath and pushing him away. "Why are you still standing here? I just told you the Soranos own this place—don't you know what happens if you mess with them?!" Frank had enough of her arrogant attitude right then and shoved her out of the way as he strode into the brightly lit operating room.

The nurse promptly shouted, "Help! Security! We have an intruder here! Come here quickly!"

A gang of security guards promptly showed up at the other end of the hallway, all of them holding stun batons as they charged into the operating room.

Meanwhile, inside the operating room, the anesthetist was speaking quietly to the surgeon, "Willy Sorano's orders are to keep him alive… even if he loses his limbs." | "Got it." Dr. Brent, the chief surgeon, sighed, shaking his head as he turned toward Nash, who was a bloody mess on the operating table. "Honestly, what the hell did you do to the man? It's actually amazing, like he doesn't want you to live or die…"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 977-Bang! Frank kicked open the door to the operating room, and the doctors all jumped and turned toward him in shock.

"Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" "How confident are you about saving the patient, doctor?" Frank asked bluntly as he strode inside, staring icily at Dr. Brent as he stood near the operating table.

"Well…" Dr. Brent was hesitant.

The patient was maimed, but not lethally, since the torturer had been…

methodical. They knew how to maximize pain but keep the victim alive.

But even if there was no chance of the victim dying, a full recovery was a pipe dream too. The torturer made sure that their work was permanent, shattering

the victim's thigh bones and leaving him wheelchair bound.

As the doctor in charge, even he would not be able to do much with the full extent of his abilities.

Moreover, he had express orders to keep the man alive and in pain-they were not supposed to help him at all, only prolong his pain.

"Is that so? I understand." Frank could read Dr. Brent's mind just from the troubled look in his eyes-Nash was brought here to a hospital, but not for treatment.

Striding up at the operating table, he snapped coldly, "All of you, out!" "Who do you think you are, orderingaround?!" The anesthetist who was seated earlier stood up, glaring at Frank in contempt. "The Sorano family owns this hospital.

You don't get to strut here!" "Fuck off!" Frank sent him flying to a wall with a kick, knocking him out.

Right now, all he wanted to do was to save Nash. He did not have the tto waste his breath with these people! "W-What…?" Frank could not care less and stood his ground as he bellowed, "Didn't you hear? I told you to leave!" The doctors all traded looks, feeling the chill running up their spines.

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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 978-Although the dozen over security guards were wearing uniforms, their boorish speech made it clear that they were just sstreet thugs.

Frank slowly looked up at them as they charged inside, growling, "You have five seconds. Get out of here, or I won't hold back." "Shit, we have a cocky one!"

The security guard leader leapt up at him, stun baton raised.

"Hmph." Frank really did not have the tto waste with these thugs.

Nash was still on the operating table, groaning softly in pain and in need of medical attention.

Leaping up right then, Frank knocked out the security guard with the side of his palm, and the guard was sent rolling as he eyes rolled up in its sockets.

Bzzt…

Frank had grabbed the first security guard's stun baton before he was sent flying and shoved it at the next closest security guard, leaving him convulsing as black smoke billowed.

"Out!" Frank bellowed and kicked the security guard into another.

More kept coming, however, and Frank did not hold back.

Crack.

Thud.

Wham.

He darted between them like a lightning bolt as he took them all down in under thirty seconds.

The doctors who were peeking from the hallway were left gaping-every security guard who had such pompous moments was on the floor rolling around and screaming like gutted pigs. Many of them were still suffering from electric shocks, their tongues hanging out creepily.

"Take them with you and leave!" Frank then bellowed at the only security guard left standing.

However, the security guard promptly fled the operating room whipping out his phone as he did. "J-Just you wait! You've really done it now, messing with us on Sorano turf!" Frank did not chase after him.

Instead, he kicked every incapacitated bodyguard out of the operating room before slamming the doors shut with a bang and striding to the operating table.

The doctors who were chased out earlier looked in through the glass out at the hallway, watching him in shock.

"The hell is he doing? Surgery…?" Dr. Brent leaned against the glass even as he watched reluctantly in exasperation.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 979-Dr. Jomer kept gloating. "In the end, Draconian traditional medicine is a weak copy of modern medicine, imitating stuff like removing dead tissue and sewing open wounds. It's all just a scam." While the other doctors nodded in agreement with Dr. Jomer, Dr. Brent frowned. "Just shut up and watch what that kid's up to."

Dr. Jomer shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Probably someone with a grudge. I mean, hurting that poor man even after all that? I really pity the man…"

Meanwhile, Frank placed his needles beside Nash on the operating table-it was only up close that he saw the true extent of Nash's injuries. Nash's face was left completely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almost completely broken. None of his limbs were left whole and even stendons were cut.

It was utter savagery.

Frank actually felt the impulse to charge into Sorano Estate and find justice, but he could not—not until he saved Nash.

Shoving two Ichor Pills into Nash's mouth, he focused as he picked up his needles, sticking each into various spots across his veins, stimulating his body to effectively absorb the Ichor Pills.

Frank then generously infused copious amounts of pure vigor into Nash's body, mending his severed muscles and veins just to quicken the healing process.

Slowly, Nash's mangled body showed signs of recovery-the Ichor Pill certainly deserved its name, fixing Nash's broken ribs within minutes and his broken arms too.

The doctors all outside were looking on in shock.

Dr. Jomer, who had been especially dismissive earlier, was rubbing his eyes. He could not believe what he was seeing from the electronic equipment monitoring Nash's condition! "What devilry is this… Only minutes have passed…" "How…"

"It's a first fortoo… Is this the real Draconian traditional medicine? It's simply-"

Before Dr. Brent could finish, a group of white-uniformed men pushed them away.

"Who are you people?" Dr. Brent quickly asked after a momentary surprise..

"I heard someone caused trouble here. Is that the one?" et An old man in a white suit and a sinister visage strode up just then, glancing coldly at Frank in the operating room and then Brent. "Yeah, that's him." Dr. Brent nodded stiffly.

u over UMS He could see now that these were elite Sorano bodyguards, and the old man leading them was an elite martial artist

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 980-Ghent did not really get along with Gus even though they were both retainers of the Sorano family.

However, while Ghent deferred to Gus because Gus outranked him, that did not mean that Ghent feared him.

And now that Frank had intruded into Sorano turf and caused trouble, it was a definitive slap in the face for the Soranos.

If anything, he was dead sure that Gus could not argue if he killed Frank right here and now.

With that in mind, he strode up and barked coldly into the operating room, "You have five minutes to cout and apologize, Frank Lawrence, or I'll kill you in the

nof the Sorano family!" "Hmph." Frank could certainly hear him but merely leveled a brief glance of disdain at Ghent before returning to work.

Nash stirred just then, looking around in confusion but soon saw Frank.

He was immediately apologetic. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I failed to do what you've askedto….." Frank frowned, withholding his age as he asked, "What the hell happened? Who did this to you?!" "It's… Oh…" Nash sighed, and told him everything that happened at Sorano Estate.

In the afternoon, Nash Yego had driven to the Soranos' grand estate with the pills Frank passed him.

Approaching one of the bodyguards at the gates, he smiled politely and asked, "Excuse me, could you please ask for Mr. Gus Zeller? Please tell him that Mr.

Lawrence's medicine is being delivered." "What?" The bodyguards paused and frowned upon hearing Gus' name. "Who are you? We weren't informed." "Oh…

Is Mr. Zeller busy? Could you please contact him?" Nash continued politely—it was something he was really good at.

If Frank were in his place, he would have been fed up with the bodyguard's pompous attitude by then.

"Hold on," the bodyguard replied noncommittally, picked up the phone from his table, and called his captain. "Yeah. Sold man cup and asked to see Gus Zeller… Yes, cap. Understood." "Please, could you just helpout? I-It's Mr.

Lawrence's request to deliver this to Gus Zeller." "Enough already!" The bodyguard sprang to his feet and grabbed Nash by the collar and pointed at Nash's car impatiently. "I don't know any Mr. Lawrence, and I told you to fuck off!

You hear? Cap says no, and that means no. The Soranos would have told us to open the gates for you otherwise!" Nahs kept insisting nonetheless, "Please, I'm just here to deliver this medicine! Please contact Gus Zeller—" "You fucking asked for it!" The bodyguard shoved Nash to the ground, snapping coldly, "Did you even get a good look at me? Do you think I'm in a position to talk to Mr.

Zeller? And you-where did you even cfrom? Where did you get those pills from?

Are u trying to poison the Soranos?! Why don't you givea name, and I'll let you in if I recognize it!" The bodyguard was endlessly pompous even though he was just a glorified doorman.