The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Scar was as humble as he could be as he asked the nurse, "I just wanted to ask... can my leg recover to the way it used to be?"

"No, in all likelihood." The nurse shook her head. "Your tenders were cut and several bones were reduced to powder. You might be able to walk like a normal person after you heal, but you'd expose yourself if you tried to run." "What?!"

Scar was absolutely furious-that pretty boy was heinous!

He was only teasing his ladies, but he had to go that far!

No, he must make him pay!

However, violence was not the way. With that pretty boy's strength, dozens more men would be pointless.

That being said, there were plenty of other ways even if violence would not work there was no reason to fight fire with fire.

With that in mind, he picked up his phone and made a call.

At the villa around noon, Sally York entered with a bag, explaining as she walked, "How's the food? The stuff in the fridge was brought here on short notice. I hope you don't mind."

"It's alright," Frank replied. "That imported beef really sticks between the teeth, though-give me beef tripe anytime."

Sally smiled and threw the bag at Frank.

He poured out the contents and saw that it was all car keys, ranging from Maseratis to anything costing downward of a million.

Sylvie exclaimed in surprise, "I'm surprised you're that rich despite your plain looks!"

Alda and Frank were rich themselves, so they were less surprised there might be variety, but they were not particularly cheap.

"The cars are parked by the hill, so you can pick anyone you like, as long as you don't leave town. The same goes for people-they really do anything you ask!"

Sylvie winked at Frank just then, but he ignored the gesture since he was not having a dry streak.

However, soon after Sally left,

Alda-who was standing by the window and enjoying the

scenery-exclaimed, "Quick, look!

What do you think is going on here?"

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Frank and Sylvie hurried to her and found several tractors advancing toward the foot of the mountain!

The trio traded glances of exasperation and quickly rushed down as the tractors stopped in front of the rows of cards.

The drivers were actually shocked to see that many cars were parked by the hill.

As they looked up, they felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of that ridiculously luxurious villa halfway up the hill.

Truly, they would neer be able to imagine the joys of being rich.

Still, as Alda, Sylvie, and Frank reached the bottom of the hill, a sharply-dressed youth in a suit smiled as he approached them.

"Hello, everyone!" he exclaimed

cheerfully. "Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Fosco Stilton, and I own a real estate company and a moving company. I can see that this place is quite nice... would you mind selling it to us?

"Naturally, our partnership is a win-win agreement between friends and is entirely voluntary. Don't misunderstand this with certain other incidents!" Fosco was brimming with confidence, even leering haughtily at Frank, Sylvie, and Alda.

That only left the trio smirking.

Partnership? Win-win? Voluntary? The prick was clearly threatening them!

Soon, a car arrived. Four youths alighted as it stopped, carrying a middle-aged man out before opening a wheelchair for him.

Who else could it be, other than Scar and his thugs who were causing them trouble yesterday?

"Hello, ladies. Long time no see. Did you miss me?" he asked Sylvie and Alda shamelessly.