THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 5 Episode 4

Hughie immediately felt a pang of pain in his kneecap, while his own inertia sent him crashing headlong

on the wall!

There was an audible thud, and he was promptly bleeding freely from the forehead.

“Oh!” Cindy gasped as she turned pale and ran up to Hughie, asking in concern, “Are you alright,

Hughie?”

Hughie was left clutching his head as he growled through his teeth, “I’m fine, I’m fine… I just slipped.”

He actually had no idea what happened, and his knees were still very much in pain!

Wheeling on Frank, he snapped, “You bastard! Why did you dodge?! Weren’t you going to fight me?!”

Cindy was frowning at Frank too. “Yeah! Why did you dodge?”

Frank laughed coldly. “What, am I supposed to just stand there and wait? Why are you blaming me for

being slow? Though it’s hilarious how you crashed straight into the wall.”

“Bastard!” Hughie was livid, but even as he tried to get up to attack Frank, he realized he had no

strength in his knees at all.

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Cindy saw him stumble and quickly asked, “What’s wrong, Hughie?”

Hughie pursed his lips. “I–I can’t feel my legs…”

“What?!” Cindy exclaimed in shock. “How could this be?”

Frank sneered in turn. “Maybe you hit your head so hard that you can’t use your legs anymore?

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“Shut up!” Hughie bellowed, but he did not have time to bother with Frank anymore. “Cindy… Get me to

the hospital…”

“Okay…”

Cindy nodded and helped him to the hospital without delay.

Naturally, Frank could enjoy his peace and quiet with those two pests gone.

Vicky, Yara, Cliff, Boran, and a host of Turnbull bodyguards soon arrived.

“Oh, you’re already here.” Vicky nodded at Frank.

Frank nodded in turn. “The Chandlers aren’t here yet?”

As soon as he spoke, another large group of people appeared from the back entrance of Tycon Dojo.

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The man in the lead was Drake Chandler, a middle–aged man with a hawkish appearance and tenth in

Earthrank.

Behind him was Wilf, the Chandler family butler, and the Chandlers‘ bodyguards.

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