The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1403

"No..."

Lydia was clutching her head even as Jane stomped on her and kicked her viciously in the stomach.

All Lydia could do was cry in frustration, not even understanding how things turned out like this.

Frank looked on, his glare icy.

"Stop," he growled, but Jane was not showing any sign of stopping.

Frank strode up right then, catching her by the wrist and snapping, "I told you to stop, you hear?!"

"Fuck you! I still had yet to get you back for fucking with us, and you're already messing with us again?!"

Laughing coolly, Jane swung her other hand at Frank to slap him.

Frank was incensed right then.

Instead of dodging, he caught Jane's wrist and squeezed.

There was a vague crunch of bones, and Jane dropped to the floor, her arms suddenly limp as she screamed like a gutted pig. "Fucking brat! How dare you mess up my turf!"

Bode was incensed seeing his lover being hurt by Frank.

Nonetheless, that was when a large group of goons came charging into the entrance, led by a thug sporting a mohawk.

He was chewing on bubble gum and had a look as if he was above everyone else.

"Which one's the troublemaker, boss?" he asked Bode.

"That one!" Bode bellowed furiously, pointing at Frank.

"Alright. Let's get to work, boys!" The goon leader beckoned at his men with his steel pipe.

They wasted no breath and laughed savagely as they surrounded Frank.

Frank simply looked on, perfectly calm.

Lydia came to her senses just then and screamed, "Run, Mr. Lawrence! These men are Mr. Swain's personal goons... they are all murderers!" "Run? Hah, too late!"

Bode laughed viciously. "You will pay for playing me like a fiddle, you prick! You can afford a Veyron? Hold yourself in a fight? Why don't you beat up all my men too?!" "Hmph."

Frank snorted coolly. "Against small fries like you? That's beneath me."

He was going to whip out the gold card that Gene gave him to reveal who he was.

But seeing how conceited Bode was, ready to attack him, he decided to teach these people a lesson to remember. Clapping his hand on Mona's shoulder, he chuckled. "Time to work."

"Mmm..." Mona's cheeks were stuffed with potato chips.

Still, she nodded in acknowledgement of her mission, assuming a fighting stance as the goons closed in menacingly. "Come at me if you're not afraid of dying," she said, but she was still munching so much that she was unintelligible.

The goons' eyes lit up, seeing that they were up against a young girl.

And she had quite the pretty face!

The goon leader barked right then, "Remember, beat up that man, break all his bones, and feed him to the dogs! As for the gal, tie her up, clean her up... and then we'll have some fun!"