The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2372

Frank then asked, "Anyone else have more to say?"

There was only silence, so Frank appeared in front of the man who goaded him to destroy the building, demanding, "Will you serve?"

Terrified—as any troublemaker would be when they were singled out, the man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Frankton! I promise that I will serve loyally! Swear to god!"

Frank smirked, shaking his head. "Was there a point to swearing? If there is, why would the good die young, while villains live way longer?

"Hell, it doesn't matter if you're willing to serve. I'll just pretend that everyone here said yes, and I'll also put it out front—if you don't behave, don't blame me for doing what I have to."

As everyone was still silent, Jada snapped impatiently, "Are you all mute now?"

"Sir, yes sir!" everyone yelled one after another.

"Louder! And speak as one! What, are you starving or something?!"

"Sir, yes sir!!!"

Everyone's voice is louder this time and synchronous.

There was nothing that special about it—people respected strength, and Frank was the strongest among them. Were there any of them who would not cave now?

The fact that the shockwave from Frank's punch could collapse a building meant that he was worse than natural disasters. If they did not serve a man like him, would they not be blind?

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The rest was history.

Thanks to Frank's intimidation, the remnants of BM group were all cooperative until a few days later, when someone caused trouble again!

"Don't bother," Bruce snapped at him just then. "I have a plan!"

He then stood up, speaking in fluent Draconian, "I don't care about you or what you have to say! That doesn't mean I'm reveling against Mr. Frankton—I just believe that someone like you doesn't get to lead us!"

Jada seemed to have expected a troublemaker like him, however, and stood up. "Then what should I do to lead? With my fists?"

Bruce laughed. "I won't hit a woman—let's have a competition of speed from here to that building over there and back. If I win, you and I will sit down and have a talk with Mr. Frankton!"

Jada laughed. "Sure, kid. And I must say that you seem to speak Draconian well."

"Of course!" Bruce smirked. "I've been in Shagan since I was twelve and working here for nineteen years. Now let's cut to the chase—are you afraid of my challenge?"

"Why would I be?" Jada remained fearless—be it running or a fight, she was confident that she could make him pay.