THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 4 Episode 99

“You really need to learn some manners!” Wilf bellowed and suddenly threw the solid wooden desk

beside him at Frank!

While the Turnbulls all scrambled to get away, Frank did not move.

He remained in his seat and slowly raised his arm…

Catching the table right then, he gently pressed, and the table landed on the floor with a deafening

bang!

Wilf was stunned–he did not expect that from Frank!

In fact, Frank was still holding on to his teacup, growling icily, “A fiery temper won’t do any favors to

your elderly body. Here, have a drink and calm yourself down.”

He launched his teacup at Wilf as if it were a bullet.

Wilf crushed the cup with his stalwart vigor, but the tea inside burst away like bomb shrapnel!

Wilf thought nothing of it, as he did not believe some droplet would hurt him… until the first drop struck

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his skin.

By then, it was already too late.

Wilf wobbled and would have fallen if he had not caught on to the edges of the desk!

The Turnbulls never saw what happened, however, with Susan even yelling at Frank, “What are you

doing?! Apologize to Mr. Chandler this instant!”

Frank completely ignored her, however, as his eyes were fixed on Wilf. “Was the tea good, Mr.

Chandler? Would you like another cup?”

Wilf was left clenching his jaw as he tried to steal the mess that was his circulation.

“Fine, I’ve underestimated you… But don’t get ahead of yourself just yet!”

Glowering at Frank and the Turnbulls, he growled, “In three days, our champions will be waiting for you

at Tycon Dojo. Hand over those shares, or suffer the consequences!”

With that, he turned and stormed off.

When he was finally gone, Susan snapped at Frank, “Do you know what you just did?!”

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“What I did?” Frank snorted coldly. “He’s going to ride your head and take a dump. Forget not fighting

back–you have the cheek to insult me for it?”

“You little…” Susan huffed, but she had no comeback against that.

Neil then said, “Stop pretending already. Do you even know what the Chandlers can do?”

“I really don’t, but Wilf is already proving to be a major pushover.” Frank snorted in contempt. “He’s

simply beneath me.

Neil laughed despite himself. “Boast all you want. Also, if he’s beneath you, why didn’t you beat him to

a pulp?”

“He’s already a cripple.” Frank yawned. “His twelve meridians are severed–it took him

everything just to stand.”

Susan sighed, shaking her head, “What on earth does Vicky see in you? What can you do aside from

boasting?”

Neil nodded in agreement. “Don’t think this is over–Wilf is just their butler. Do you know who they sent?

Drake Chandler, the Southern Fist and the tenth in Earthrank!”

Susan snorted. “What’s the point in telling him? He wouldn’t even know what the Earthrank is.

Frank simply rolled her eyes–he actually wondered for a moment who the Chandlers sent. Why did
people these days behave as if Earthrank was something to brag about?