THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 3 Episode 49

The boor narrowed his eyes, actually surprised that Fred caved that easily.

His eyes narrowing, he barked, “Do you think it’s over with just an apology?”

Fred drew a blank. “Well, what do you want?”

“Five hundred bucks. I need this repaired,” the boor snarled.

“What?” Fred was left gaping.

The boor was the one who hit his moped, and he was demanding that he pay up instead?

What twisted reasoning was that?

“What do you mean, ‘what?” The boor promptly seized Fred by the collar. “Pay up!”

“That’s not it, chief.” Fred tried to reason. “I’ve already apologized–why would you want me to pay above that?”

He earned less than that in a day, and he really did not want to pay up!

“Then what about the scratch on my car?!” The boor glared furiously. “Stop dragging your feet and pay up!”

He raised his hand again, ready to land another slap when Frank suddenly strode up, catching

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his wrist.

The boor did a double take, glaring at Frank as he snapped, “Who the hell are you?”

“Don’t you think you’re pushing it?” Frank asked coolly. “Apologize.”

“Fuck off! Who do you think you are, telling me to apologize?!” the boor bellowed.

He thought he had the advantage since Frank was quite slender and threw a punch at his face.

He just wanted to straighten out the meddlesome bystander… but as it turned out, he had messed with the wrong man.

Frank grabbed his wrist and squeezed.

Crack.

“Argh!” The boor screamed as his wrist was dislocated instantly. “L–Let go of me!”

“Apologize,” Frank repeated quietly.

“Fuck you! Let go of me or I’ll kill you!” the boor growled through his teeth.

Fred hurried to Frank’s just then, whispering under his breath, “It’s fine, Frank. Just let him go!”

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Frank frowned instead. “It’s fine? He hit you and then tried to extort you. And you’re deciding that it’s fine instead of fighting back?”

Fred was left embarrassed by the lecture. “Oh, just let bygones be bygones.”

He certainly wanted to hit back to get his satisfaction, but reality did not allow that.

Once Frank left, he was going to be harassed again.

Ever since he stepped out into society, he learned to suck it up and destress.

At the same time, the boor snapped at Frank, “You heard him–he doesn’t care! Why are you being such a busybody?!”

Fred’s cowardly demeanor certainly frustrated Frank, but there was nothing he could do.

Still, he kicked the boor in the chest, sending him flying over ten meters.

“Get out of my sight. If I ever see you again, I’ll break your legs,” he growled.

As the boor got to his feet, clutching his chest, he bellowed, “J–Just you wait!”

Seeing that he was still being feisty, Frank started striding toward the boor, who promptly. bolted in terror.

Fred quickly stopped Frank. “Why are you going after him? Aren’t you afraid that he’d hit back?”

“Hit back?” Frank growled coolly. “That bastard is your run–of–the–mill bully. He won’t ever hit back even if he grew a pair–you can fight back against his type the next time you run into them again. Make them fear you, and they won’t bully you. But let them walk all over you, and they’d only demand more.”

Fred sighed. “I know. Anyway, I’m going home now–you should leave soon.”

With that, he lifted his moped and sped off.

He certainly knew Frank’s reasoning all too well, not to mention that he was a discharged military officer himself. He could put up a fight against average Joes if he really wanted to do it