The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Alfred was utterly dumbstruck. "What?! Noel York's friend?!"

What the hell was going on here?!

On one side were Roman Xinders and the Soranos, while Noel was on the other.

What was he going to do, caught in the middle?!

While Alfred was left in a dilemma and unsure what to say, the rest of the production crew helped Roman to his feet.

He was left seeing stars for a while before he finally came to his senses and saw the people around him clearly.

He also felt the stinging sensation on his cheek right then, almost screaming out loud.

He promptly told his assistants to bring him a mirror, and when they did and he saw the palm print on his cheek, he was mad with rage.

The darkened bruise could well be struck on his heart!

And no one had ever hit him ever since he was born... this was the first time he was slapped, and so viciously at that!

"What the fuck?! How dare you slap me!" he hollered.

And yet, the culprit remained unpunished, even standing his ground and saying flatly, "Why wouldn't I? What, did you think you were above the rest?"

"I had no quarrel with you-in fact, I was just walking past, and you were already insulting me, even ready to hit me. It's a mercy I haven't killed you already, so don't press your luck."

Watching as Frank was ready to leave, Roman bellowed maniacally, "Get him! I'll cut him into little pieces!"

Despite his orders, the security guards glanced at Alfred instead, since it was his orders they had to listen to.

And Alfred made up his mind.

Noel was Draconia's top actress and naturally untouchable, but her influence was still lacking compared to the Soranos.

Having decided to side with Roman right then, he glared at the security guards and snapped, "What are you looking at me for?! You heard Mr. Xinder! Get him, and let Mr. Xinder punish him as he sees fit!" "Yes, sir!"

The security guards were confident now, and they all whipped out their stun battens as they approached Frank.

Some were even intimidating him verbally.

"Do you know what you did, kid?"

"Messing with Mr. Xinder is no different from messing with the Soranos!"

"Word of advice-drop down on your knees and beg Mr. Xinder, and he just might let you live!"

"Yeah. Don't even think about resisting!"

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Frank's murderous intent erupted too-who did these people think they were?!

Even the Soranos would never dare to mess with him!

Laughing coolly, he sent one of the security guards flying with a kick.

"Shit!"

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"Argh!"

Nonetheless, the other security guards were yelling battlecries as they charged at Frank.

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leaving them screaming.

Some were even left with broken limbs or bleeding gruesomely.

"What..."

Everyone was left stupefied by the scene.

"He's a martial artist!" one of the more knowledgeable members of the production crew yelled.