The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Instead, Governor Quill cared most about the families his fallen comrades had left behind, and Alba's wife, Isla. She was the daughter of Governor Quill's best friend, and he had entrusted her to Governor Quill before he died. If she really died, Governor Quill would be incensed.

And if he was, not even Saul could do as much as his eldest son, which was why he could not do much there.

"So? You're afraid, aren't you?'

Isla snorted coolly and pointed at her daughter on her deathbed as she yelled, "I'll tell the governor what had happened as it is—that you stopped my husband from getting help for our daughter before personally killing her!"

"What..."

Saul's face fell-Isla would really accuse him!

And if Governor Quill were to really find out, all his hard work over the years would go up in smoke, and he certainly would not be the governor!

His humiliation turning to rage right then, he strode up and seized Isla by the neck. "You bitch!"

"Let go of her!"

Seeing that Saul had really attacked his wife, Alba leapt at him again, disregarding his aching arms. Saul simply kicked him, breaking his ribs and leaving collapsing limply on the floor, coughing blood. Still, he snarled, "Saul... How dare you..."

Saul, however, turned his attention

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back to Isla. "You bitch... Have it your way!

Ce your whole family (1:

looking to die, I will send all of you

down to hell!"

Before he could strangle Isla, however, the closed door was suddenly kicked down and sent flying.

It caught Saul off guard, leaving him

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staggered while he dropped Isla to

the floor, hacking violently as she was inches away from death

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"Who was that?!" Saul bellowed, his eyes flashing in rage.

He was about to silence Alba and his family, and the door did not just do that on its own!

"I missed the good part, it seems..." an amused voice spoke from the doorway.

"You?!"

Saul stiffened when he saw the young figure at the doorway, stunned.

"What..."

Alba, whose vision was blurring as he lay on the floor, needed considerable effort to look up.

His eyes widened, as there was no doubt it was Frank!

He turned back!

"Frank Lawrence..." Alba murmured. "No... I mean, my nephew!"

Then, mustering strength that seemed to have come out of

nowhere, he crawled toward Frank at the doorway and kowtowed

endlessly as he howled, "Pleas

shouldn't have spoken like that

against you... It was all my fault! Please, you have to save Megan! I'll do anything as long as you save her! I'm begging you!"