The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 2244

It went without saying that the deficits on the ledgers were all because Fiona siphoned the money from the company's accounts.

"I'm a simple girl, Mr. Frankton," she purred. "It doesn't matter who takes over the Jarics' business-I'll jump ship right away. All I ask is...."

Frank sighed exasperatedly as she winked at him. He was no angel, but he was not that desperate. On top of that, he would not be interested in someone like Fiona, who had been everyone's girlfriend... "I can turn a blind eye to the deficit on the ledgers," Frank said. "But you're not staying in Consortium."

"Come on, Mr. Frankton!" Fiona smiled. "I know you're not interested, but I know many ladies. I can introduce them to you just don't chase me away."

She was certainly self-aware and could see that Frank would not be desperate for the ladies when he was that good looking. As such, she simply changed her tactics to using other women to distract Frank. "You'll pay two million. You can leave now," Frank replied, ignoring her.

Seeing that Frank was not taking the bait, Fiona sighed in exasperation. "Well, before I go, word of advice... You're a man, so you shouldn't say no to a woman, or you'd suffer for it!" "Sure. I'll wait for my suffering."

Fiona snorted, muttering, "Who does he think he is?" under her breath as she turned to leave.

Jada entered just then, asking, "Should I send someone after her, Mr. Frankton?"

shook his head. "What am I? A thug? Hurting someone just because they rub me the wrong way? Just forget it-there's no

were you, I'd have her sold

Consortium rushed inside, exclaiming, "I'm sorry,

asked, more concerned by the manager's wording

It won't happen again

packing your things if it

"Y-Yes, of course!"

was it you wanted

who came and locked the entrance behind him. I sent security, but he defeated the dozen of them

predicting that Urich Hampton had something

of

were pointing and gesturing at the dozen of security guards who lay unconscious on the

Tatum, a shirtless youth who was holding an ashwood pole, closing his eyes in

"You're Jada Turin?"