The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Even before Glen could finish, Frank was laughing icily.

"Nice performance—the usual good cop, bad cop routine? Get out," Frank said with a snort, waving Glen off nonchalantly. "Your father's death is his just deserts, what with the way his children behave. Don't waste your breath and get out."

Even as he returned inside the cottage, he paused and glared sideways at Glen, adding coolly, "That reminds me—I'll be attending your family's annual dinner. If I find out that Vicky isn't willingly marrying Titus Lionheart... Hmph!"

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Glen and Nash standing there.

"Mr. Turnbull." Nash was at a loss for words.

Caught between Glen and Frank, he could not do anything and did not know what to say since he could not afford to mess with either man.

Glen was clenching his fist as various expressions alternated over his face.

before he could flip, Frida strode up. "Mr. Turnbull, let me speak

take. "Are

her head, flashing a pained smile.

nodded gratefully. "I'm

Ahem.

door and cleared her throat, but Frank spoke up

she hung her head guiltily. "No. I

your mouth shut," Frank snapped, his tone cold as ice. "I won't listen to anyone unless Vicky comes to me personally. We don't owe each other anything now that you've gone out

was cut in two, and she remembered Frank saving her twice in her most desperate moment, even restoring her meridian

would never make up for, and yet she repeatedly browbeat and

really faint

growled through her teeth and returned to