The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

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Phineas believed that once Frank released him, his legion of thugs would dispatch Frank with relative ease.

On the other hand, Gina breathed a huge sigh of relief at Phineas‘ offer and told Frank, “You heard the man! Let go of him and break your arm.”

“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Frank shot her a look of disdain.

“Frank Lawrence!” Gina bellowed right then. “You’ve been freeloading from my house for three years! You can save Helen now, but you’re refusing to do it?! Is your arm more important than Helen’s life?!”

“I’d tell you how stupid you are, but you’d never believe me.” Frank snorted coldly. “You’re all going to die if I let him go.”

Phineas quickly said, “I swear–break your arm, and I won’t press the issue, and we can all go our separate ways.”

Chris promptly yelled, “You heard Mr. Tomkins! We have his word–men like him always value honor above all else. Break your arm!” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Are you deaf?!” Peter snapped in frustration since Frank was not moving. “What did you promise my grandfather when you marry my sister? To protect her for the rest of her life? Hah! I guess there was nothing to hope for with a piece of shit like you!”

Phineas glared fixedly at Frank just then. “Come on, son. Break your arm and don’t waste more time. Or are you letting down everyone when they’re pinning their hopes on you?”

That was when Helen suddenly shouted, “Don’t do it, Frank!”

She was shaking her head too–even if she and Frank were divorced, they had been together for three years.

She would be lying if she claimed she did not have feelings for him, just as she did not want him to break his arm for her sake.

Given the situation, Frank might not make it out anyway even if he broke his arm.

Even for businessmen who valued honor, was there any more than a handful who were honorable here in Riverton?

Helen was certainly even less trusting toward some mobster!

Frank’s icy gaze eased, even showing a tender flickered as he looked at Helen.

His killing intent suddenly turned into pure haughtiness. He turned toward Phineas and then looked around as he snorted in disdain. “Only my mentor gets to demand my arm. You boys want to stop me?”

He kicked Phineas away and pointed at his thugs as he bellowed, “You boys want to Come at me all at once. I’ll show you the depths of my strength.

stop me? stop

His conceited tone and look of confidence stunned even Phineas.

He actually let him go just to fight his goons alone?!

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Helen was stupefied in turn–they only had a chance to make it out if they used Phineas as a hostage… but Frank released him anyway!

“That imbecile!” Chris swore under his breath as he quickly slid under the table, waiting for a chance to flee.

On the other hand, Phineas was actually impressed by Frank’s stride–even he himself dulled in comparison in his younger days.

However, there was no chance for reconciliation. He would have Frank killed either way!

“You have balls, son, but you’re dead meat now,” he growled. “Get him!”

At his order, Phineas‘ goons charged toward Frank like a raging tide.

Frank was just going to meet them when someone bellowed from the door, “Stop!”

Everyone paused and turned to see Rolf Sparks, the deputy of Skyblade Dojo.

“Mr. Sparks…?” Phineas was shocked that Rolf would come at such a time, and without telling him!