The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Frank..."

Even as the men tore at Winter's clothes, her eyes lit up in excitement as she watched the door being kicked wide open.

But it was a tanned man with a mean glare, looking around in his thirties, who stood there.

There were more men behind him filing into the room, clearly having helped the man kick the door open.

"Hmph." Ivor Bearson snorted. "You scumbags couldn't wait for the rest of us?"

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Mr. Bearson!"

Sunny promptly flashed a fawning smile, at once standing at attention.

Dean let go of Winter too and moved to stand alongside Jarek like obedient children.

"It's not Frank..."

Winter felt gnawing disappointment inside her, but she soon realized that she always thought of Frank whenever she was in danger.

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Before Winter came to her senses, however, Ivor was in front of him, grinning sleazily as he lifted her chin with a finger.

"Tut, tut... the girls these years really look good. I'll have this one!"

"Haha! That's Ivor for you, picking Riverton University's most beautiful face at once."

"Hahaha..."

Ivor laughed as everyone around him flattered him, while he was clearly gleeful about his judgment.

"I'm warning you!" Jean snapped coldly as she strode up, shielding Winter behind her. "Winter's brother is a friend of the Turnbulls. He invited every bigwig in Riverton during our convocation! He'll show you if you lay a finger on Winter!"

Jean's outburst left the room silent, with Dean, Jarek, and Sunny a little wary.

However, Ivor was soon laughing loudly. "Riverton bigwigs? Well, I'm not from Riverton-and Riverton bigwigs are nothing in Zamri!"

"Don't worry," he assured Dean, Jarek, and Sunny, "you'll be fine as long as I'm around!"

The three men laughed in relief at that while Ivor sneered at Winter. "So, your brother's a big deal? Haha... Why don't you call him to come over right now?"

"J-Just you wait! His name is Frank Lawrence, and he will be here soon!" Winter shouted even as she hid in a corner.

"Hahaha... Frank Lawrence? Never even heard of him!"

Ivor lifted Winter's chin and chuckled nonchalantly "But I don't like using force. So submit to me, and I'll spare you and your stupid brother after have my fun. Naturally, I can stil recommend you for an internship at Zamri Hospital, or even a promotion to become an assistant chief of a department. But if you resist me..."

Ivor suddenly glowered as he grabbed Winter's neck, choking her as he laughed. "I don't mind letting you watch while I kill him and do you over his corpse. You'll get nothing even after that, understand?"

Winter turned to look outside and found over twenty black-clad bodyguards standing there.

Winter despaired right then-those burly men were all clearly not to be trifled with, and even Frank would not win against them if he came!