The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Exactly!" Urian cried anxiously. "Y-You and your men should hurry... I'm barely holding on here!"

"You're barely holding on?"

Chet was taken aback-was that man with Noel that amazing?

Urian had over a hundred goons too, but that man could handle them all by himself?!

Chet certainly did not believe it, and it also soon occurred to him that Urian was exaggerating just to get more goodies from him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Sly old fox," he snorted, though he had no choice but to hurry with his men.

Still, it was curiously quiet, and there were no security guards in sight at all.

"Wait!"

Grom suddenly held up a hand to stop the others, frowning despite Chet's glare of impatience. "Chet-I mean, Mr. Jonas-don't you see that something is strange here?" "What's strange?!" Chet snorted.

All he could think about was Noel's devastating figure and ravishing smile.

In fact, the closer he was, the less he was able to stop the fire blazing in his loins. And he actually thought he could smell Noel's perfume in the air just then!

Grom's interference was hence being interrupted while he was pulling down his pants, leaving Chet glowering.

This was his once-in-a-lifetime shot for getting it on with Draconia's top actress! If he messed this up, he would most likely not have a chance like this!

That was why Chet's voice was at once hostile as he snapped through gritted teeth, "Listen here-I'm the leader of this operation, not you, Grom! If you mess this up for me, I will tell Sil Lionheart. Surely I don't have to tell you what awaits trash like you, do I?!"

The Lionheart martial elites all scowled at Chet's threat-they might have no respect for garbage like Chet, but they feared Sil.

And the worst of all was that Chet was right-if he complained to Sil, everyone here would not be spared punishment.

"Chet... I mean, Mr. Jonas," Grom reasoned. "I'm just trying to say that you have to be careful. The vibes here is just wrong, and-" "Do I need you to tell me what to do?!"

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Chet glared coldly at Grom. "We're all in the same boat and basically brothers, but don't think that we're the same Sil Lionheart is the one who ordered this operation, so if you refuse to listen to my orders, you just have to imagine what awaits you after."

And with those words, Chet smacked away Grom's outstretched palm and strode straight toward Urian's office. "Fuck!"

The Lionheart martial elites were

frustrated by Chet's pompous

attitude, but the man was still

right they could not go against his orders.

They turned toward Grom, who was seething in rage but could only sigh. "Let's go. Just make this quick." "Yeah."

With that, the other Lionheart martial elites followed Chet, who sneered as he glanced behind at them.

Martial artists? So what? They were nothing in comparison to the Lionhearts' authority!

Even as Chet relished in his triumph, he was fantasizing how Noel would be lying limply in his bed, glaring at him but helpless.