The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



The fettered geezer was left speechless by Frank's attitude and sighed softly.

The young man would definitely pay for not listening to his elders.

"Hmph. Mongrels."

Seeing the two flunkies of the jailer eagerly bringing out their torture tools and a fire cauldron, endless hate showed on Scarface Tucker's face. They were the ones who scarred his face, after all.

He would not hate them so much if they were jailers, but these flunkies used to be his men. They used whatever they had to pay off the jailer, and after days of sycophancy, earned their special rights despite being inmates.

In fact, they were worse than the jailer when they did his dirty work!

Various emotions could be seen in Scarface's eyes as he stared at the steel bar door which was left wide open.

He wanted nothing more than to charge outside and kill those two despicable flunkies on the spot.

However, without a stable diet and being afflicted by sickness and stress, he was now the weakest of the three. He would definitely get killed even before he did anything to the two flunkies if he charged outside.

"Yo, Tucker! What's up?"

Seeing Scarface staring at them fixedly, one of the flunkies leveled a gleeful look at him in turn. "Still bear a grudge, huh? Just give up already. You look like you can't even win against a stray on the streets now... to think that you used to strut as the boss. Tut, tut."

The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only he grew a pair and killed that bitch, we wouldn't be here at all! And he says he'd take a bullet for a brother? He only ended up a clown, while Terry Cotton is living the good life outside!"

"Terry Cotton?"

Frank turned toward Scarface when he heard the name and found him clenching his fists but not arguing at all.

If he did, he would be tortured-a lesson he had learned over the years, and on many occasions.

"Oh, I know! You want us dead, don't you? Here, have a shot."

One of the flunkies threw a rusty shiv at the doorway of the cell, ē laughing. "If you call yourself a man, pick up that shiv and get out

here who knows, you might really

kill us!"

"So? How about it?"

Scarface's knuckles cracked audibly, but he was not moving a muscle in spite of the flunkies' provocation.

After all, he knew very well that these were the two flunkies' ploy.

If he picked up the shiv, he would be found guilty of attempting escape and attacking a jailer.

What awaits him then would be a new round of torture-a living hell for the body.

On top of that, it was how he got his facial scars before.

"Hahaha... That's just embarrassing!"

Seeing Scarface back down, both flunkies laughed smugly.

Tigris was bored to see Scarface backing off too and urged the two flunkies preparing the torture tools, "Alright, just get it over with

sweady!"

We do this in the hallway

He wanted to do this in the hallway to make a proper example of Frank, who refused to pay him off, and insulted him on top of that This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

content

In fact, he could not wait to hear Frank scream and beg for mercy already.