The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Poking at Frank's cheek with his metal bat at Frank's face, he then turned toward his men and laughed. "Look, boys. I haven't done anything, and this brat is putting on airs to scare me off! You have some sort of death wish, don't you?" "He's a pompous prick, Scorpion!" Jackie laughed savagely, still clutching his face. "Just beat him to death with the boys. I'll take responsibility!"

"Alright!" Scorpion nodded, but just as he raised his metal bat, the two security guards from earlier rushed up to them.

"Hold on, hold on, brother. It's the Clarke family's big day... There's no reason to spill blood now!" one of them pleaded. "Yeah, exactly! It's bad luck for blood to be spilled at a wedding!" The other nodded repeatedly.

That was when Frank suddenly counted behind the two security guards. "Three."

Both of the two security guards were sweating down their forehead right then.

After all, they were well aware that Frank was Jaden Favoni's mentor-Jaden himself had even slapped them for a perceived slight!

If these thugs really started to get violent, Jaden was not going to play nice, and the wedding might even turn into a funeral!

And if the Clarkes wanted someone to blame, it would be these two security guards!

listen. Mr. Lawrence

you stepped in when he hurt me, but you're getting involved when I sick my boys on him?!

security guards could cry right

earlier when he slammed Jackie's face on the table,

was Jaden's mentor-even if they could stop him, they

the two security guards tried to reason with Jackie, Frank slowly lowered another

still going

him as he growled, "Go

leapt up, intent on stopping Scorpion. "Please, sir! You shouldn't provoke this gentleman. And it's Mr. Clarke's wedding day-could you just let this slide for

Scorpion's thugs were not having it-they immediately leapt up, dragging the two security guards over to a corner

his tongue

Clarkes? They are just some rich businessmen at best, and if we Airbreakers want them dead, they would have to drop