The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

With a solemn tone, Kat announced, "Master Lawrence, I am thoroughly indebted to you. And since I have no way of repaying you, you can have my body in return." "Hmm...?"

The ladies around the dining table-Helen, Winter, and Mona Fairfax-were quickly leveling her hostile glares.

"W-What are you staring at me for?"

Kat scratched her head, getting uncomfortable from the stares. "Aren't teacher-student relationships allowed here?"

"Teacher-student relationships... What are you even talking about?!"

Frank choked and glared viciously at Kat before turning toward her father Nash. "You should straighten your daughter out, sir."

"What?" Nash simply chuckled. "She's grown up now, and she can make her own decisions. I've made up my mind now-as her father, I should be supportive of her choices." "Dad!" Kat exclaimed, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at Nash.

"Hehe..." Nash gave her a happy look in turn, clearly not repulsed by the idea of her hooking up with Frank.

While he was wary before, he could not wait to have Frank become his son-in-law.

On the other hand, Helen and Winter were glaring at Frank.

While Mona did not appear to be reacting to the news much, she was really eating a lot today.

Either way, it was a long and tormenting dinner for Frank.

Fortunately, the awkwardness did not last long, for Noel York came over the next day and took Kat away to further train her newbie.

As things calmed down around Cologne Court, Frank had more time on his hands... which did not last long until Noel called him.

"We have a problem," she said tiredly, getting worn out as her showbiz company was expanding.

"What? What is it?" Frank was outside sipping tea, a pastime he took up after that tea Silverbell made him.

It nurtured temperament, clearing his mind of frivolous matters, while he slowly understood why the best martial artists secluded themselves.

Noel explained exasperatedly, "Well,

Lanecorp and the Turnbulls have

been working together to import a lot of equipment... But the trucks transporting the equipment were intercepted and either stolen or sabotaged by unknown assailants. We couldn't salvage a thing."

Frank frowned in turn. "How much do the losses amount to?"

"Around two billion dollars," Noel growled, clearly furious.

"Two billion?"

Frank tapped his fingers on the table.

It was not as if he could not afford two billion, but it was clear that someone was messing with the company's operations. Naturally, no one would like it at all in their place.

"Their goal is clear-they were after

the imported goods, and their leader was also threatening Lanecorp,

warning us to give up on the idea of starting a showbiz company, o they'd come after us when we

purchase equipment again."

Noel was clearly holding back her rage-she really could not take it lying down, being attacked and

having to lose so much allsve

equipment.

That was why she called Frank.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.