The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 915

The Turnbulls' family dinner was cut short in a hurry.

It was supposed to be a party for the family's members and associates,where they would mingle with one another. After that came meetingsand reports of financial standings, following which they would come toagree on the family's strategic development.

However, the South Sea Crow happened.

Not only were most of them forced to drink mop water, but Marit alsoblew herself up, leaving them with burns and ugly scars.

Moreover, not only were they forced to give up on their annual dinner,but their usual socializing events with the other rich and importantindividuals and families of Morhen had to be called off too.

Glen was supposed to announce the wedding between Titus and Vickyat the dinner, but things certainly went south. At their current state, theTurnbulls would be everyone's laughing stock!

Hence, the many guests who had just arrived were cordially asked toleave.

Naturally, it was easier said than done—the Turnbulls were a family ofmagnates and had legions of partners and associates. Many of theirinvited guests had come from miles away, even neighboring states.As such, their mess left all those guests discontented.

"So be it!"

An annoyed Glen snapped at one of the messengers who told himexactly that. “It'd still be better than letting them see the sorry statewe're in!"

He and the other executives of this family were gathered in a smallerbanquet hall. Like him, most of their faces or hands were left withcharred burnt marks. They looked just like dalmatians, and it was ahilarious sight considering their usual lofty demeanor.

Even as they looked at each other, speechless, Glen turned towardFrank impatiently after sending away the messenger. "Do you have away to cure our burns?"

Now, Glen did not harbor any distrust toward Frank at all after he savedeveryone despite their bug infection. If anything, it was no exaggerationto say that his prowess was divine.

However, Frank could not care less. "I do. But why should I care?""You're out of line!" a Turnbull executive bellowed.

He was barely holding back, as his chest was burning with rage—evenif Frank did save their lives, he also made their noble selves drink mopwater!

In some ways, it was worse than getting killed.

"Shut up!" Glen barked, finally speaking up to defend Frank, evenshooting that Turnbull executive a glare.

Turning back to Frank, his tone turned humble and earnest, he said,"What are you asking for, Mr. Lawrence? You can have all the moneyyou want.”

"Hmph..." Frank snorted.

He had already seen through Glen—the man would not have botheredto speak so politely with him if not for those scars.

As such, he said bluntly, “I still ask for the same—annul Vicky'sengagement. Say yes, and I will heal everyone right away."

Glen's face contorted right then—the brat really said the one thing hedid not want to hear.

Still, he did his best to compose himself and spoke to Frank calmly. “Ican concede that you excel in both martial arts and medicine, Mr.Lawrence, but even a man like you can't capture the South Sea Crow,can you?"