The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Theo snorted. "Oh, please. Anyone with a working brain can see through your stupid act already. There's no need to congratulate me."

Frank, however, simply kept smiling. "No, I'm congratulating you for something else entirely."

"Something else?"

Even before Theo could understand what Frank was talking about, his mother's phone started ringing.

While Ilsa was still sneering in contempt as she picked up, her face turned pale in an instant.

Her cheeks were drained of all color as if she had just fallen from heaven to hell, while her phone slipped from her fingers and dropped on the floor with a thud.

And over the phone, a man was roaring furiously, "You bitch! I'll kill you! I'll kill every last one of you!!!"

The people around could more or less hear him, even though Ilsa never turned on her phone's speaker. "What?"

either-Gina, Theo

smiling and shaking his head. "Huh. That's quicker than I thought... I guess

in confusion when his phone

it was a call from his father Monrad Whiteson,

you say to Mr. Gene Pearce?! He's threatening to kill us all! It's you and your mother's fault, isn't it?! Stop involving

howling at him in rage and despair, Frank kindly turned on the speakers for Theo so that everyone

you,

still ranting just then. "I don't care who you upset or how you insulted Mr. Pearce-you will call Mr. Pearce right now and beg for mercy on your

was planning on living a couple of years more, so why the fuck

once silent as Monrad kept yelling over the phone in rage

"H-How...?"

Frank's call was just an act, and their minds were

bridegroom, gulped as he stared at

really is Gene