The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1795

"What?!"

Huub felt a chill running down his spine, seeing that the hostages were free.

He also spotted the seemingly unassuming geezer in the photo, his eyes widening in realization.

He remembered his goon reporting that Frank had come to Bralog with another man, which was that geezer in the photo.

"What… Did that old man take down all the martial elites in my basement and save the hostages?!"

The geezer looked like an elderly security guard at best, but he turned out to be a martial elite as well?!

Putting away his phone, Frank smiled at Huub. "So, Mr. Droitner, are you going to pull any more tricks?"

"I…"

Huub was stumped, because he was really out of options now.

Physical strength?

Frank had already pulverized his greatest martial elite.

Connections?!

Huub himself was kowtowing and begging as soon as Frank's maternal grandfather showed up!

And his only trick—his hostages—had already been rescued.

He had really lost everything and certainly could not holler at Frank now.

"Nothing? Then it's my turn."

Frank's smile faded, as his gaze flared with long-repressed rage. "I have to admit, Mr. Droitner… You're quite something."

Even as Frank closed in, Huub felt like his legs were made of lead, and he could not even turn to run.

"That's for sending me to Blackwater."

Whipping out a string of needles from his belt, he flung them with pinpoint precision, with each stabbing into various acupoints across Huub's limbs.

"Argh!!!"

Huub screamed himself hoarse as he struggled against Frank's grip.

Then, Frank dropped him, leaving him convulsing repeatedly.

"That's for deceiving my woman." Frank's voice then echoed like a demon's by Huub's ears.

Even as he lay sprawled on the ground, he struggled and begged, "Please, I'm begging you… I won't ever do it again… Frank… Mr. Lawrence… Please…"

Frank grinned. "Are you already done? Come on—we still have plenty of time, and I'm the most reasonable person there is."