The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2571

Gashface snorted. "Take a look in the mirror, brat. You think you have what it takes to bring him down?"

Frank pointed at the scars on the proprietors' foreheads. "See for yourself!"

Gashface turned to see them just then.

He was assured that they would be on the floor, kowtowing until they broke their skulls and died, but they were perfectly fine!

"No, that's impossible!"

Refusing to accept reality, Gashface promptly called Crewcut… but he did not answer, no matter how many times Gashface called!

Gashface had paid a deposit—logically speaking, Crewcut would come to see him to get the rest once he accomplished his task.

So why would Crewcut not answer the phone?

There was only one answer—that the brat in front of him had really defeated Crewcut!

Seeing the troubled look on Gashface's face, the proprietors were laughing all at once.

"Are you scared now? See, there's always someone better—did you think that we'd break just because you sent some witch doctor after us? Quit trying to fool yourself, because you're not bringing us down!"

"What are you hollering for?!"

Gashface was at once indignant and wheeled on Frank. "Even if you have the power to do it, there's still no reason for you to destroy the building! Pay up, or I'll sue!"

"It's just money. You should be more worried about not being alive to spend it!"

Frank chuckled coolly. "Also, you should be worried about how you broke your contractual agreement. If you insist I buy it from you, you'd have no more leverage while a ton of responsibility to take up, and I don't think the proprietors will hold back!"

Jada snapped coolly, "I'm still alive! Bank account and price, now! Another word, and you're a eunuch!"

Knowing that he stood no chance against Jada, Gashface promptly caved and gave her his bank account number before snapping, "I want a hundred million!"

"Deal!" Jada shrugged.

While Frankton Group appeared to be modest in scale, a local giant at best and insignificant out in the big city, one must never forget that it was the base of operations of the Cerulean Summit Legion.

And the legion had stood over a thousand years, which meant they had accumulated plenty of wealth—even the Frankton Group's reported assets were but the tip of the iceberg.

Jada then hung up, and turned to Gashface. "It's a major transaction, so we can't do it tonight… Just wait until tomorrow!"

Gashface stared at her, incredulous. "Tomorrow?! How am I even going to look for you?!"