The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Along the way, Frank suddenly said, "I'm feeling sleepy. I'll take a short nap-just wake me when we're there." "Oh, okay," Bojo replied, holding back a smile since he must not show his delight at the moment.

Five minutes later, Bojo called out tentatively, "Sir...?"

Seeing that Frank was not responding, he promptly whipped out his phone and sent a text while driving.

He kept sliding peeks behind him, worried that Frank would notice.

Fortunately, Frank never noticed anything even after he sent his text.

Bojo sighed in relief-it was Frank's own fault! He started this, so he had to get rough!

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Around 7 PM, the old van drove into a textile factory near Chandlerton, stopping inside a warehouse without shutters.

Frank looked on as Bojo gingerly alighted and dashed outside, and he only alighted when Bojo was completely gone.

He looked around and chuckled coolly. "There's no need to hide, boys. Come out!"

Eight men then appeared all over the two-floored scaffolding, all of them training their crossbows at Frank!

"You brat! Now you'll have a taste of my power!" a staticky voice blared.

Frank looked up, and saw that there was an amplifier standing at a corner, while Bojo himself had hidden far away for safety's sake.

"You can hear me, can't you?" he laughed over the speaker. "What was it you said? There's no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are all hunters, and they know where to aim. And I just need you crippled!" Frank nodded in understanding.

He really thought for a moment that they would be bringing real guns-guess he had overestimated them.

Spreading his arms, he asked, "Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!"

Bojo was left shocked. "You're not afraid?!"

Who on earth was this brat, who was so calm and composed despite the danger?!

"What's there to be afraid of?" Frank chuckled. "You're the ones who should be afraid."

"Hehe..." Bojo laughed coolly. "And

here I thought you have both the et

brains and the brawns... But it turns

out you're just an idiot! Don't let

space

out, boys! Shoot him!"

At Bojo's orders, everyone pulled the trigger, their bolts streaking through the air toward Frank right then.

Frank smiled as he waved his hand, instantly catching every bolt and launching them back.

"Argh!"

The bolts struck the shooters in the wrists, leaving them screaming and in some cases tumbling down from

es Poffolding.

Bojo, who had hid in the back to peek, was left rubbing his eyes and pinching himself.

When he finally confirmed that everything he saw was real, his instincts screamed at him to run!

However, as soon as he got up, he ran headlong into someone else.

He looked up to find himself staring at Frank and promptly dropped to his knees.

"Boss... I'm sorry, boss! Please just let me live!" he begged, survival instincts compelling him to forget about shame.

Frank chuckled. "So? Who was the one who told you to collect the debt?"

"My client, you mean?" Bojo asked. "I

won't lie to you-I have many clients. Some are big shots, and others your normal loan sharks. The rule is for us to stay in contact through text messages, so I really wouldn't know who my client is!"

Frank could see that Bojo was not lying, just as his hunch was proved right. Whoever they were, they were really careful about not leaving loose ends.