The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

That very night, Mr. Quaker was in a sour mood and gorged himself on food and alcohol with friends before heading home.

He was just strolling down a lane when someone leapt off the wall, smiling and waving at him.

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Quaker snapped at him, and strode past him.

"Wait! Let me show you my magic trick!"

The man cut him off, hiding his face with his hands while asking, "Guess what?"

"Fuck off!" Mr. Quaker ignored him and tried to walk past him again when that man lowered his palms.

Mr. Quaker flinched and immediately sobered up, dropping on his rear as he was left stunned.

After all, the man's face was suddenly rotting away when he removed his hands. Maggots were crawling out of his cheeks, while his left eyeball dropped out, landing just in front of Mr. Quaker!

However, the man suddenly disappeared.

"No, I must be drunk! I was just imagining it... There's no such thing as monsters!"

Even as he tried to convince himself that he was seeing things and started to forget, the man appeared when he reached his apartment compound!

"You're so slow!"

The man pointed at his legs, and Mr. Quaker looked down to see that he did not have legs!

His terror overwhelming him right then, Mr. Quaker bolted, only for the man to chase him down relentlessly.

He was actually floating too, while Mr. Quaker's screams resounded in the apartment, as if they were never going to stop...

Three days later, near the entrance of Frankton Tower, Frank, Jada, and the others were just stepping out of the lobby as they were discussing BM Group.

Ever since their assassination attempt failed and Frank wiped out their safehouses, BM Group had gone quiet without doing anything.

However, Frank could tell that it was just the calm before the storm. He therefore instructed Jada to keep both eyes open, so that the enemy did not catch them off guard.

As he spoke, he ran headlong into another man but quickly caught him, asking, "Are you alright?"

That man shook his head, and grabbed Frank's wrists as he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Frankton! Please forgive me I'm begging you!"

Frank frowned. "Do we know each other?!"

"Yes! Of course!" the man exclaimed, flailing his limbs.

Frank had to look closer and was unsure if he should laugh or cry-it was none other than the indomitable Mr. Quaker!

Despite coming from a family of traditional medicine practitioners while being ignorant of his family's tradition, Mr. Quaker had a stalwart physique and brimming vigor that no average Joe could match.

But now, just three days later, he seemed to have lost ten pounds and had dark circles under his eyes. Stubble grew all over his face, and his clothes were a mess, giving him the appearance of a lunatic

Frank turned toward Jada, who was smiling smugly.

At the same time, Mr. Quaker was still begging, get it now! It's all my fault-please, just forgive me! I promise to compensate the

apothecary and Zangi, and net

I'll also

give up on the five mil! It will go to them! ,

"No, that's not all! I'll even pay up if you spare me! I'll do anything... Just stop haunting me!"

As he finished, he dropped to his knees in front of Frank, sobbing hysterically as if he remembered something terrible.

While Frank had a good poker face, he could barely hide his laughter since that look on Mr. Quaker's face was something else. "I will, if you can fulfill your promise."

"T-Thank you so much! I'll grovel at your feet. You're the boss—"

"Please don't. I'd really rather have nothing to do with you."

"Yes! Yes! Of course! I'm worthless! Please be the bigger person here, and let me

go!"

Mr. Quaker sighed in relief, but just as he turned to leave, he turned around again, asking, "You won't regret letting me go, right?"noveldrama

Frank almost snapped at him. "Don't worry. I'm a man of my word, unlike you!"