The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank presumed things would have ended without a fuss when Fred caught on to Marian’s duplicity, since Fred was always a wuss.

He certainly did not expect him to be beaten to a pulp and regretted not following him into the hotel.

And Marian’s nonchalant reaction to Fred’s pain only left Frank further disgusted!

“Could you stoop any lower, Marian Henley?” Frank growled. “You cheated on Fred, and he caught you, but you turned on him and had him beat up?!”

Brock was too busy thinking what he should do to Fred to worry about Frank. “Fuck off, boy. This isn’t your fight.”

“It’s none of your business.” Marian snorted haughtily beside Brock. “If anything, you should be worried about yourself.”

Frank promptly leapt up and slapped Marian across the face!

He would rather not lay his hands on a woman, but he really could not stand scum like Marian!

“Argh!” Marian screamed, and turned miserably towards Brock. “Mr. Summer! She hit me!”

Brock was already furious. Seeing that Frank was bent on causing further trouble, he barked, Get him!”

The security guards promptly charged at Frank, but he did not hold back as he floored each of them with a single punch, breaking limbs and leaving them howling in pain!

“No!” Marian screamed, surprised that Frank was that strong.

Even as she quickly hid behind Brock in fear, Frank turned toward them with an icy glare.

That look in his eyes terrified Brock, and he gulped even as he stammered, “W–What do you think you’re… doing? If… If you lay a finger on me… I… I will make you suffer!”

Marian was stuttering too. “I–I’m not married to Fred! I… I can date anyone I want! He… He deserved it! He started to hit Mr. Summer as soon as he came in!”

Frank shook his head exasperatedly–he was giving Marian too much credit when he thought she could feel shame.

Glancing between both of them, he warned coolly, “You will both stay away from Fred from now on. Bother him again, and I will kill both of you.”

And with that, he carried Fred out of the room. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was not until both men were gone that Marian breathed a long sigh of relief and beamed. ” Mr. Summer, I guess it’s over between me and Fred now… No one will bother us ever again.”

Brock, however, was rubbing his throat and still feeling grief.

“Fuck… What a shame I can’t get my hands on that sister of his,” he muttered.

“Oh, that’s what you’re worried about?” Marian smiled, immediately having an idea. Actually, Winter Lawrence heads home every weekend. Just nab her and pay her a little, and

who knows? That penniless brat might spread her legs for you.”

She knew all too well that she would never monopolize a bigwig like Brock constantly.

In her case, it was better to help Brock with his plans instead of warding off competition. Once she had fished enough dough from Brock, she could get herself some down–to–earth man as replacement.

Brock nodded in satisfaction at that.

He was at first still concerned about dignity, but now that he had crossed that bridge, he did not have to pretend again.

If anything, this was a good chance to properly get even against Fred!

Meanwhile, Frank helped Fred into his car and fed him a pill.

Fred woke up soon enough, but he quickly turned away when he saw Frank beside him.

His eyes were moist–Frank had tried to warn him early on that something was wrong with Marian.

He had to ignore it and think the worst of Frank for it.

It was laughable to remember it now, just as he was too ashamed to look Frank in the eye!

Frank sighed lengthily, not sure what to say to console Fred.

“Does it still hurt?” he eventually asked.

“No, I feel much better,” Fred replied.