The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Don't worry about me, Frank! Just go!"C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Winter cried out, even as she struggled against Bill's grip, a nice girl to the last.

She was certainly convinced Frank stood no chance against the fiftyish menacing looking goons!

"Hah!" Bill snorted in turn. "It's your fault for humiliating me, but don't worry-once I'm done with you, I'll give your sister a proper loving."

Pulling Winter by the hair, he brushed his nose against her cheek and inhaled deeply, before moaning, "Oh, Draconian women. They just smell so sweet, don't they? Tut, tut... Your sister is just so amazing! Hahaha!"

Even as Bill laughed, Winter's tears gushed from the pain on her scalp, but she kept struggling anyway.

"Run, Frank!" she cried. "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have asked you to come..."

Frank merely stood his ground, closing his eyes and exhaling lengthily.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was ice-cold. "You have one chance, Bill Jackson. Get your stinking paws off her, or die!" Freezing death aura unfurled away from Frank, shattering the champagne flutes that were just put in place and causing the girls to scream. "What the hell?!"

Bill was clearly spooked, as were the other students who never saw that look on Frank's face.

Still, Bill soon realized he had let go

of Winter's hair, and felt humiliated right then-Frank was in the

distance, and he had hostage but was still spooked somehow.

"D-Did I pay you to just stand around and watch?!" he bellowed at his goons. "Get him! Kill that fucker! Consequences be damned!"

At his order, the hired muscle charged at Frank, one of them swinging his machete and ready to kill.

"Frank!" Winter paled as she watched the goons lunge at Frank from every direction.

On the other hand, Bill was smiling gleefully.

So what if Frank was a big shot?! He would be killed with all those men attacking him all at once!

It did not matter what connections Frank had-they could not save him if he had Frank killed right now!

Bill reared his head and laughed haughtily and gleefully, eager to see Frank laying in a puddle of blood on the floor. "Hahaha... You're a dead man, Frank!"

However, just as Bill and most of the students thought Frank was going to die, Frank simply sneered as he launched a punch to the side knocking off one of the thug's arms.

"Argh!" The thug screamed even as his machete dropped to the floor with a clang.

Picking up the machete, Frank kicked another goon in the kneecap.

"Oof..."

Everyone cringed when they heard the crunch, and as they were mostly medical students, they could tell just from the crunch that the kneecap was shattered and beyond saving. The goon would have to live with a limp for the rest of his life!