The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



The old man's family did not compare to the Ingrams or the Jarics?

And judging from his pulse, the old man was no martial artist but just a little stronger than the average man.

Frank mused if he could be mistaken just then and that Jason's benefactor was not the one he was looking for.

Still, he said, "Step out for a moment. I'll try to save him!"

"Alright, let's go!"

The old man's son promptly beckoned at his friends and family to leave.

Ten minutes later, Frank stepped outside as well and told Tigris to bring some pen and paper, writing down a prescription. "Just stick to this—remember, three times a day before meals," he told the old man's son. "He'll fully recover in just five days." "What?!" The old man's son was dumbfounded.

He was hoping that his father would die sooner, but he needed some doctors to declare that his father was beyond saving. And yet, this half-baked pretty boy did it anyway!novelbin

"Are you kidding?" he asked, even as the rest of his family and friends flocked around him.

"Mr. Frankton never jokes around. The old man is definitely alive," Tigris butted in.

"We'll see!"

Everyone charged into the old man's ward and realized that Frank was not lying!

The old man had not regained consciousness, but his vitals-which were failing earlier-were now brimming with vigor!

It was a troublesome illness, but the brat had really managed to treat him!

Meanwhile, Frank and Tigris returned to Jason's room, where Jason quickly asked, "How did it go?"

"Don't worry!" Tigris exclaimed. "Mr. Frankton never misses! Your mentor has definitely been saved!"

Jason breathed a sigh of relief-he actually did not hold out much hope, but Frank had really broadened his horizon once more!

"If you really saved my mentor, I'll give you anything you like, brother!" he exclaimed

Frank shook his head. "I have nothing I want or need. I'd just like to know about you and your mentor."

Jason sighed and gestured for Tigris and Lara to leave, while beckoning for Frank to sit by his bed. "If you really want to know, then I'll tell you.

"It was very difficult for me... Back when I came out here, I couldn't even use my ID to get a proper job

because was worried that those et

loan sharks would find me. But one day, my mentor came to me and asked me to do something for him, and he told me that he would reward me well if I succeeded."

"What is it?" Frank asked, growing in curiosity.

"He told me to deliver a parcel to a man named Luis Tembo and assured me that the parcel was perfectly legal.

"I nodded repeatedly and told him that I trusted him completely, but couldn't resist peeking. I actually thought that my mentor had tricked me, but it turned out to be just a box of bone ashes."

Frank was bemused. "If it's legal, why aren't you more open about it?"

Jason shrugged with a pained smile. "It's everyone else who keeps saying that my mentor has gone out his way to groom me because I accomplished something for him. I'm the only one who knows that I didn't do anything important."

A box of bone ashes was somehow the reason Jason's mentor started a company for him, even supporting him financially... it did not make sense at

Frank nodded, puzzled by the situation as well.

all!

"Are you sure it was bone ashes in the box?" Frank pressed nheless.

"Of course!" Jason nodded determinedly. "I'm no angel, but I'd rather not do time, so...'

He trailed off, licking his lips and flashing a pained smile.