The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1297

"Me?" Frank shook his head. "That wasn't me. Sage Lake Sect didn't want witnesses, and it's not my fault."

"You're lying!" Aria bellowed. "I wouldn't be at White Hall if not for you, and I wouldn't end up like this!" "Shut up!"

Frank turned furious as well at her outburst. "You're the one who set me up in the first place! Would I have needed to travel to White Hall to replace proof otherwise? None of it would have happened if you had just confessed from the start! And when we got to White Hall, you hooked up with Kim's father-which of those are not your fault? What part did I play in any of that?!"

Aria hung her head at Frank's bellow, but the spite in her glare never faded.

Seeing that, Frank knew that there was no saving her now-hate had completely clouded her mind, and she remained unrepentant even after he had been as lenient as he could.

Moreover, he was not one who hesitated... and he was not about to keep a ticking time bomb around.

Since Aria refused to see reason, Frank had no choice.

Waving at the bodyguards who brought Aria there, he said quietly, "Process her."

"Frank Lawrence! I'll haunt you even after I die!"

Aria shrieked even as she was dragged away, while Frank sighed as he watched.

However, he felt no sympathy for Aria-he was sighing in disappointment at himself.

There were those who would simply ignore any kindness you showed them and hurt you instead.

At that moment, Frank decided that he would never forgive anyone who threatened those around him!

Meanwhile, at Bearon Complex in Zamri, Troy Bearon, CEO and one of Zamri's Three Bears, was seated in his office with a middle-aged man in a dapper suit.

Despite being fifty and having specks of white hair, Troy was not losing hair and stood with an upright gait.

He was smiling fawningly, docile even as he poured the other man tea.

"It must have been a long trip all the way from the South Sea." He chuckled. "Sorry you had to come all the way here for such a trifle."

"Heh." Kilian Lionheart smiled stiffly, clearly not used to diplomacy. "Even Volsung Sect only recently caught on to the spiritron vein hidden beneath Zamri."

Despite wearing a suit, it was clear he was a martial elite, with his bulging shoulders and fist that looked hard as stone, and especially his sharp gaze.

As Kilian tapped his fingers on the desk while taking a sip of his tea, he said, "Anyway, you've been informed of the location beforehand. Have you acquired that plot of land?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lionheart." Troy smiled, putting a hand on his chest. "Zomber Group owned it before but sold it to some unknown character afterward for some reason, and it eventually ended up in Lanecorp's hands."