The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

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

"What?!"

The production crew was left stunned once more.

"Hmph."

Frank was in turn watching as Roman backed down, his eyes filled with fear.

Seizing him by the collar, Frank demanded, "You're working for the Soranos, huh?"

"Y-Yes!"

Roman zoned out for a moment when he was reminded of the Soranos.

Right, he had connections to the Soranos!

Even if the man before him was a martial artist, he would never dare stray out of line in the face of the Soranos!

Laughing coldly at the thought, Roman growled, "Since you know that, you'd better get down on your knees and beg. I just might="

Smack!

There was another audible slap, and Roman was seeing stars again, the dizziness and agony leaving him completely dumbstruck.

At that moment, the only thought he had was a question.

Did Frank just hit him despite knowing that the Soranos had his back?!

Soon, Frank answered said question.

"Hmph. Who do you think you are?!" He snorted. "Even Emilio Sorano himself had to apologize to me personally!"

"What?!"

Roman felt like his mind blew up.

Was he hearing this right?!

Emilio Sorano was the eldest son of the family head and heir apparent to the Sorano family!

And this brat is saying that even Emilio was beneath him?!

It was only then that Roman started panicking.

He might have said that he was backed by the Soranos, but he was just a starlet one of their showbiz companies were grooming.

If they wanted, he would disappear the next day!

And he had just insulted someone whom even Emilio Sorano feared?!

Roman's legs turned to jelly right then, and he could not even stand.

When Frank released him, he dropped to his knees with a thud in front of Frank, staring at him in panic.

It was not just Roman.

There were few people in the production crew who had never heard of Emilio, what with his constant TV appearances and him being a bigwig among the Four Families of Morhen.

The average Joe would not even have the chance to meet him, but this man was saying unabashedly that even Emilio had to apologize to him personally?!

Even if he was lying, it was clear he was quite the character who did not fear the Soranos!Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

But even as the entire production crew was left in suffocating silence, a man with dyed gray hair and an expensive suit entered.

"Yo, I could hear things getting lively

in here even all the way outside. What's happening?" the man spoke, and even the way he carried himself was different.

The thirtyish men-in-black bodyguards certainly helped.

"What... Willy Sorano?!"

Alfred was shaking as soon as he saw who he was.

Willy Sorano was Emilio's son and a proper bigwig of Morhen!

One word, and it was over for everyone in here!

"Mr. Sorano?!"

Roman did a double take but soon flashed a sickly smile of delight.

Scrambling to Willy's side, he pointed at Frank as he snapped, "Mr. Sorano! That thug barged into our production set and hit me! See what he did to my face! And he said that ever your father had to apologize to him personally... You have to punish him!"