The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"We're evicting you from Lanecorp!" Dorek laughed. "It belongs to us Yimmels from now on, along with anything else you own! Hand everything over!"

Frank scowled. "So you're going to take it from us?"

"We are, and what about it?" Dorek chuckled confidently, twirling his bangs. "My great grandmother has taken over Laneville, and it's just a matter of time before we gobble up the rest. I'm just beating my brother to get the largest piece of the pie... So are you going to fight me or not? Show me your shitty Draconian martial arts!" Dorek looked no more than eighteen, but he was utterly pompous and unseemly to the point of stupid.

Frank actually thought that might be the case-did the brat think that beating Lanecorp's security and getting inside Helen's office meant taking over Laneocrp?

Still, he sighed exasperatedly as he glanced behind at the Lanecorp health and safety department personnel left on the floor.

Stupidity aside, the brat could throw a punch.

"What's your name?" Frank asked impassively.

"Urgh, what a pain." The youth rolled his eyes. "I'm Dorek Yimmel, Yora Yimmel's great-grandson. Look, if you're scared, just get your board chair out here and sign Lanecorp over to me. Or else... Hehehe." Frank almost laughed at Dorek's naive demand.

scowled, "You want to

actually

a finger at him provokingly. "I'll even

was suddenly right in front of

stomach even before he could react. He then collapsed to

"What..." He gasped.

the Draconian martial arts you've been making light

flying with an upwards kick as he looked on in

into the fountain at the square outside Lanecorp Tower. Dorek's bodyguards were left staring,

and with the Yimmel family's importance protecting him, he

let him train in Draconian

could

to learn some unruly boxing techniques before returning to Bralog to start fights