The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Most of all, Frank did not want Helen's family to fall apart.

With that in mind, he turned toward Terry. "The Bleeders' leaders and their martial artists have all been wiped out. The same goes for the Wolvens too-I don't have to tell you what you should do from now on, do I?"

Terry's jaw dropped so low that his mouth could fit an egg. "The Wolvens too? For real, Mr. Lawrence?"

"I won't lie to you. I've dealt with them already." Frank nodded. "Take Peter to the hospital, and he'll be working as a security guard. The rest is up to you."

Pausing, he then added, "From now on, there shall be no more gangs in Zamri."

With that, he turned to leave, while Terry nodded solemnly.

"Yes, sir!" he exclaimed before turning to one of his men. "Blackie, take Ms. Lane's brother to the hospital. The rest of you, we're taking over the Bleeders!"

"Yeah!!!"

Terry's men had been excited for a while now.

They did not expect their new boss to be this frightening, taking down every martial artist of the two biggest gangs in Zamri.

From now on, they would be the only major gang in Zamri-and the very thought was a thrill!

On the other hand, Frank was going to get his car when everything was done but decided against it after a glance at the ruins that was once Zomber Tower.

His Maybach would definitely be crushed underneath the rubble after the first rounds of explosions anyway.

It actually hurt, though Frank told himself, "Out with the old, in with the new."

With that, he stopped a cab and left.

At Lanecorp the next day, Frank was summoned to Helen's office.

Bang!

Helen slammed a photo on her desk, folding her arms before her chest

and at Frank like a

disciplinarian would a student. "Care to explain what this is?!" Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"What?" Frank asked innocently, and smiled when he saw that he was in the photo, looking just like some superhero as he slid down Zomber Tower as it collapsed.

Talk about looking sublime.

"So? Your darling looks good, doesn't he?" He chuckled as he rubbed his chin.

"Shut it!"

Frank's cheeky remark left Helen laughing despite herself, but she soon slammed her hand off the table and demanded, "Spit! Where have you been yesterday?" "I... Uh, had an appointment with Zomber Group," Frank replied, averting his eyes.

"And...?"

Helen felt a headache from that alone-Zomber Tower's collapse certainly made the news, with Frank treated like some superhero.

"Well, Zomber Tower collapsed. Earthquake, probably? Talk about shaky."

Frank made a traumatized face even

as he continued, "Thank goodness I'm fleet-footed, or you won't be seeing me today. Wouldn't you be sad if that happens? Well, I couldn't bear to let that happen, so I did my best to escape. I just didn't think someone would photograph me... Things have really gotten out of hand now."