All Chapters of The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: Chapter 2781 - Chapter 2790

Reading Frank's hint, the beefcake was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly before asking, "How shall we cooperate?"Frank directed them to stand in a line and snapped his fingers.Their clothes ripped apart right then, with cuts and bruises showing all over their bodies but without any pain!The beefcake frowned. "What's this? Are you trying to recruit us as helpers for your magic show?"Frank waved him off. "This is just misdirection. Now head on back and tell your boss you've all gotten beaten up—you'd be fired without problems."Everyone nodded and did as Frank told.Soon, a Mercedes E300 cruised toward Frank, screeching to a halt beside him.A short middle-aged man alighted, flanked by two scrawny men.The middle-aged man then snapped at Frank, "Are you the one who beat up my boys?" However, he showed no sympathy for his men—if anything, his eyes flared with contempt.Frank nodded and asked in turn, "Are you the Mr. Crosby who's trying to buy the homestay cottage?""What's

Suddenly, a lightning bolt flashed right before the middle-aged man's eyes, burning the words 'Death to the Wicked' on the ground!Shocked, the middle-aged man looked up to the skies as it rumbled and realized just then he was going to die!"But he said he's sparing me… Why not you? You can't do this…"Another lightning bolt flashed, followed by the resounding boom thunder, while the middle-aged man was already reduced to ashes!The pedestrians promptly took their phones out to take a photo when they saw, with some eagle-eyed ones seeing the writing on the ground."Holy shit! How vile was that man to have incurred divine retribution?!"While they were skeptical about the supernatural, the fact that a lightning bolt struck down a man and left a warning in writing was solid proof otherwise.Frank was far inside the apartment complex but smiled faintly when he heard them.It was an experiment to see if he could break these people, but it was clear that they were afraid, even if he

After all, none of them would abide with the Corvans' good cop, bad cop routine!It was simply easier to be blunt with the geezer and show him that they were not to be pushed around!Still, Corvan Jr. demanded, "How could you do this?! People would talk, and you'd be scorned!"The beefcakes laughed despite their rage. "That cheek of yours! You and your papa were just demanding that we kneel, and now you're calling foul because the tables have turned?! You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"Corvan Jr. clenched his fists and growled right then, "I dare you to say that again!"However, the beefcakes knew Frank was stronger and were therefore not afraid, even laughing. "If you say so, so listen closely: You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"Losing himself to rage, Corvan Jr. started charging at the beefcakes, only to trip over something invisible and fall flat the next instant.He was naturally shocked—he was a martial artist. Hell, even if he was not, he should not hav

Jada was perplexed. "You're so powerful that you could claim yourself to be the strongest, yet you're still being so humble?"Frank chuckled. "Claiming to be the strongest is no issue, but why hoard accolades? When I was younger, I never understood why the best warriors in fiction were so humble, but I've come to understand that strength and reputation are two different things."No matter how strong you are, your reputation will be bad if it's bad. Or what, are you going to regulate what people say?"Jada nodded in agreement.Strength did not need acknowledgement, and there was no killing ideas, especially if they were right, let alone being petty."In that case, being the strongest is more difficult than being a peasant." Jada chuckled. "Peasants can run their mouths as they like, while the strongest need to watch their own behavior."Frank thought about it. "Well, that's not all there is to it. I can enjoy things others can't.""Like priestesses." Jada promptly grinned.Frank

Crewcut sighed. "There are too few men like you. Many have the power but refuse to do good."Frank nodded and threw him a business card. "Just call me if you're in trouble.""Thank you!" Crewcut bowed at him and turned to leave.After he was gone, Moxxi snorted. "Are you just going to let him leave, chief? He was ready to kill you!""So what?" Frank chuckled. "No one can be a saint, but killing for the sake of it is an absolute no-no. People can be annoying, but know when to spare them. Never distort your world view just because you've gained power or fail to discern morality."Moxxi nodded wryly—she would not want to admit it, but Frank was right.Crewcut had been an annoyance, but he did not deserve to die yet. She was just being petty.-Early next morning, Frank was watching TV when his phone rang, and he saw that it was a number he did not recognize.Somehow, he had the feeling that it was Crewcut—people like him simply made too many enemies. This was exactly a case in