The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Trevor Zurich was clearly aware that Frank had been incapacitated for days.

As soon as Frank called, he said quietly, "Stanley Durban has arranged that bullshit funeral for Geon Kramer. Mr. Lawrence, we should—" "I know. It's fine."

Frank stopped him, his eyes flashing sharply as he continued, "My business isn't a priority. My brother's is."

"Brother... You mean Tidus Simmons?"

"Yes." Frank nodded and said bluntly, "Find out where Blackie is. He will pay for his treachery!"

"Yes, sir!"

Trevor went to work right away when he heard Frank's cold voice.

Soon, after he hung up, he sent Blackie's location to Frank and called again. "I've sent a car to take you there, along with a new suit and phone." "Good." Frank nodded, satisfied by Trevor's arrangement.

Soon, he was leaving Zamri Hospital while still in a hospital gown, climbing into the backseat of a Rolls-Royce parked at the square outside.

After he got in, the Rolls-Royce sped off and eventually stopped at a slum south of Zamri.

"This is where Blackie's hiding?" Frank asked Trevor through the video call, while frowning at the pile of rubble and garbage around.

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should be there-his mother is blind, but Tidus has been supporting them financially for years, affording them a stable life. That's why Blackie's mother considers Tidus her son."

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"Her son..."

Frank snorted, leveling a look at the mountainous piles of garbage around, muttering to himself. "I wonder what she'd think if she knew that her son killed her other son for money."

While Trevor appeared thoughtful and did not answer, Frank got out of the car. "Alright. This is my stop."

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He told the chauffeur to take a cab and leave on his own, since he was going to use the Rolls-Royce. After all, he preferred to take the wheel himself, and he really did not like being chauffeured around.

After seeing off the chauffeur, Frank turned toward the slum and found the red brick shack nearby.

He walked up and knocked on the door as a person normally would, and he heard a cough before an elderly woman asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm Blackie's... friend," Frank said gingerly, since the old woman had nothing to do with Blackie's betrayal.

"Oh, Blackie's friend..."

The old woman sighed in relief and soon smiled. "Did Tidus send you?"

She opened the door, revealing her hunched form and blindfolded face to Frank-she must be in her sixties.

She then sighed. "Oh, it's just ridiculous. How old does Blackie think he is? To think that he threw a petty tantrum over Tidus, even locking himself in his room."

"You're their friend, right? Please talk to them. Urgh, those brothers are really so worrisome."

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woman wiped her hands on the apron as she had been cooking with a large pot. "By the way, you probably haven't had breakfast this early, yes? You should stay and eat with us. It's hot soup, and it's really good for your stomach. Don't forget to bring some for Tidus too..."