The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 873

When Zac saw Glen step out the front gates, he hurried to him and asked, "How did it go?"

"Why bother? That brat clearly said no." Yonca snorted beside him right then. "That's what I've been saying all along—we were going about it the wrong way. We should have asked the Lionhearts to send their elites to tie him up and take him to Mr. Turnbull. If he still refuses, just take his arms off!"

"Just stop it already!" Zac snapped at her in annoyance, seeing the dark look on his brother's face.

Things certainly could have gone better if she had not been so insistent on coming!

"What, did I say anything wrong?!" Yonca snapped, standing akimbo. "We have to resort to violence at this point—what would others think of our family if we leave empty-handed?!"

Smack!

Even as Yonca frowned and spat as she ranted, Glen finally had enough and slapped her across the face audibly.

"Argh!" Yonca yelped even as she dropped to the ground.

Clutching her cheek, she glared at Glen in disbelief and pointed at him as she snapped, "H-Have you gone crazy?! Forget snapping at me… You're hitting me for some savage?!"

"Hit you?! I'll kill you!" Glen bellowed, clearly furious as he raised his dragonhead cane over Yonca, ready to hit her.

Even as Yonca screamed in terror, Zac hurried to stop Glen.

Zac was not used to being the mediator, but sighed at the crazed Yonca anyway. "That's enough. Be more understanding—Glen lost it because of Father's situation, and I think we shouldn't have come like he told us to."

"We shouldn't have come?!"

Yonca did a double take and promptly trained her fury on Zac, poking his chest as she snapped, "When did you become another Glen?! We Turnbulls are one of the Four Families of Morhen, and Draconia's veins for economic growth is in our hands! And we can't even deal with some bumpkin?!"

Rolling her eyes, she kept ranting, "You're the only martial artist in the family… What was it, you completed Birthright rank, didn't you? You said there aren't many who can beat you in Morhen, didn't you?! Since you're that terrific, get in there and grab that son of a bitch, and take him to Mr. Turnbull! It's that simple—or would you rather your family be laughed at?!"

Zac looked around to find many of Nash's neighbors down the street pointing and gesturing at them, and he felt at once embarrassed.