The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Ahh... Mmm..."

Soon, Donnie heard something strange from inside the bedroom.

Was that his daughter... moaning?!

"Shit! What does he think he's doing to my daughter?!"

Donnie was incensed, but just as he was about to charge inside, Tigris held him firmly in place.

"Let go, or I'll kill you!" Donnie snarled.

"Calm down, Mr. Ingram!" Tigris cried nonetheless. "Just think about it for a second-wasn't your daughter in a vegetative state? Even if Mr. Frankton is a pervert, your daughter shouldn't be making a sound!"

Donnie calmed down right then-Tigris was right!

Forget making a sound. His daughter Alda was basically losing her vitals!

And then this happened... Did this mean his daughter was saved?

Still, as the door remained closed, that meant they still had to wait.

Since Donnie was idling anyway, he tried to pry more information from Tigris. "Kid, do you know more about Mr. Frankton?"

"Oh, he's amazing!" Tigris exclaimed. "He's not just a healer either he might even be better at fighting! Just last night, he knocked around a 200-pound man like he was a soccer ball... Our boss even said that he could easily deal with anyone who outmatched him!" Donnie's eyes widened-Jason was known to be a formidable fighter, but that miracle worker could actually defeat people who could beat Jason?!

It seemed that his hunch was right!

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Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Alda Ingram slowly stirred, covered in sweat and a thin sheet of mist around her.

She opened her eyes and found herself staring into a pair of eyes with a razor-sharp glare.

She soon spied that the youth had perfect body proportions and a powerful presence to him and felt as if her breath had been taken away just then. "Is this heaven? Are you my guardian angel?" she murmured.

The room was a little dull like a hospital room, but at least the gods were being nice, giving her such a hunk as company.

Alda then briskly pulled out all the

tubes attached to her and threw herself into Frank's arms as she giggled, Well, since it's heaven.

There's no reason to be modest!

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Let's fucking go, handso

Frank flinched and promptly pushed her away. "This isn't heaven. It's your own home!"

Alda was clearly skeptical and even started to unbutton her blouse. "Why are you being so cagey at this point? I'm telling you-I had some degree of influence back in the mortal realm. Countless heirs of rich families wooed me to no avail, and you should be grateful that you can do it with me!"

As she finished, she took Frank's hand and pressed it on her breasts.

While she was prepared to throw modesty away, Alda remained a virgin and could not help blushing in embarrassment, unable to let loose completely.

Frank rolled his eyes. "I'll say it again-this is your home! Look around!"

Stunned, Alda did as Frank told.

The furniture was different than she remembered, but the chandelier was the same...

Could it be?!

"Argh! This is so embarrassing!"

Alda promptly scrambled to get off Frank and fumbled to get dressed, livid. "Y-You could've told me!"

"I did. What can I do when you won't listen?" Frank shrugged as he slowly got up.

"Hmph!"

Alda snorted but soon realized that Frank could not be blamed, and she apologized. "I'm sorry for being a spoiled brat. Pay it no mind..."

Frank was unsure if he should laugh and cry. He strode off instead and quickly opened the door.

Donnie, who had been waiting anxiously outside, charged inside and hugged Alda, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Oh, baby! I thought I wouldn't see you again!" he sobbed.

"Me too, Dad... I even thought I was dead!"

After they sobbed hysterically for a while, Donnie soon pulled Alda toward Frank. "Come on, you should thank the man who saved your life!" "Thank you for saving me!" Alda promptly bowed at Frank.

"Would you happen to be busy tomorrow too, Mr. Frankton?" Donnie then asked.