The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2706

"How did you get in here?"

Before this, Horace had arranged a security detail of over a dozen men in case Frank came after him.

Even if they were no match for Frank, they could at least buy time, while he would hear the commotion and flee!

However, Frank simply appeared without a sound behind him, making it all the more horrific!

"Simple, really."

Frank smirked. "I knocked them all out quietly! But to be honest, it's your own fault for not hiring martial artists despite being so rich. It's what you deserve."

"You can kill me, but what's going to happen to the girl's parents?"

Horace smirked, still confident in his own advantage as he waved his phone at Frank.

It was a simple gesture to tell him that he was ready to take Aisling's parents down with him.

Frank simply ignored him. "The assassin you sent was quite something, to be honest. Pretty face, and that mole under her eye… She's really special."

Horace lost all composure right then—that could only mean that Frank had met his assassin!

"No, that's impossible!" he exclaimed. "It's only been thirty minutes—how could you have met her, and then come for me?!"

Frank chuckled. "That's because you're just that ignorant. But I'm curious… you're incompetent, and don't have any connections to powerful power. Why stay in the shadows, and then go out of your way to threaten people?"

Horace glowed. "Someone like you would never know the importance of reputation! I'd definitely be fired if I was found guilty of incompetence, and did you think I'd just roll over and die?"

Frank sneered, nodding. "True, but resistance is futile—I have you now! Go on, tell me about your glorious history so that I can expose you."

Horace was left gritting his teeth, absolutely furious. "Do you know who I am?! What you did just sentenced you to death!"

Frank laughed, once again amused. "You're the one who's suicidal here, still behaving so conceited when you're going to die!

"While you're right that I'm not going to kill you, that's not because I can't—it's because I'd rather not!

"However, that doesn't mean I'm out of options. Why don't we test each other, see if you're tougher or if I'm more vicious?"

Horace frowned. "What do you mean?"

Frank chuckled. "I meant what I said. Talk, or I'll get my hands dirty!"

He strode up and crushed all ten of Horace's fingers under his phone, almost knocking him out with sheer pain.