The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



It went without saying that the deficits on the ledgers were all because Fiona siphoned the money from the company's accounts.

"I'm a simple girl, Mr. Frankton," she purred. "It doesn't matter who takes over the Jarics' business-I'll jump ship right away. All I ask is...."

Frank sighed exasperatedly as she winked at him. He was no angel, but he was not that desperate. On top of that, he would not be interested in someone like Fiona, who had been everyone's girlfriend...

"I can turn a blind eye to the deficit on the ledgers," Frank said. "But you're not staying in Consortium."

"Come on, Mr. Frankton!" Fiona smiled. "I know you're not interested, but I know many ladies. I can introduce them to you just don't chase me away."

She was certainly self-aware and could see that Frank would not be desperate for the ladies when he was that good looking. As such, she simply changed her tactics to using other women to distract Frank.

"You'll pay two million. You can leave now," Frank replied, ignoring her.

Seeing that Frank was not taking the bait, Fiona sighed in exasperation. "Well, before I go, word of advice... You're a man, so you shouldn't say no to a woman, or you'd suffer for it!"

"Sure. I'll wait for my suffering."

Fiona snorted, muttering, "Who does he think he is?" under her breath as she turned to leave.

Jada entered just then, asking, "Should I send someone after her, Mr. Frankton?"

Frank shook his head. "What am I? A thug? Hurting someone just because they rub me the wrong way? Just forget it-there's no reason to be at odds with someone like her."

Jada gave him a thumbs-up. "You're really nice. If I were you, I'd have her sold off to some third-world country."

As they spoke, the manager of Consortium rushed inside, exclaiming, "I'm sorry, Ms. Turin, Mr. Frankton, but there's trouble!"

"Why did you mention me before Mr. Frankton?" Jada asked, more concerned by the manager's wording than what happened.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Turin. It won't happen again next time." The manager quickly apologized.

"You'd be packing your things if it does."

"Y-Yes, of course!"

"Alright. Now what was it you wanted to say earlier?"

"There's this man with a pole who came and locked the entrance behind him. I sent security, but he defeated the dozen of them all at once!"

"Got it." Jada nodded, quickly predicting that Urich Hampton had something to do with it, and hurried downstairs with Frank.noveldrama

A crowd of Consortium employees

had gathered near the entrance and were pointing and gesturing at the dozen of security guards who lay unconscious on the floor.

In the middle stood Tatum, a shirtless youth who was holding an ashwood pole, closing his eyes in meditation.

Jada strode up, demanding, "Who are you?"

"You're Jada Turin?"

Tatum opened his eyes and beckoned at Jada. "Let's cut to the chase-come with me, or I'd have to hurt you." "Come with you? You must be joking!"

Jada quickly assumed a fighting stance, but Tatum had already leapt into the air, swinging his ashwood pole at her.

Jada dodged it by a hair's breadth,

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but when she tried to close the distance, Tatum landed and swung his pole diagonally, forcing her to leap backward.

Still, she stared at him and laughed. "I'm surprised that Urich has martial elites like you working for him! Mr. Frankton, stay back. Let me have some fun with this one since it's a rare opportunity."

Frank nodded, seeing that Jada was intent on humiliating her opponent.