The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 740

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 740-Bang!

Frank kicked a hole into Noel’s mansion for the sake of efficiency, and it was still smoking as he strode inside through the debris.

Willy and Noel were right there, and Noel screamed as she saw the golden eyes moving through the smoke.

“It’s alright, Ms. York. I’m here to save you.”

Noel calmed down when she heard the mild voices, her pupils dilating in disbelief when she saw the towering figure striding inside. “M-Mr. Lawrence…”

“I’m here.” Frank strode to her side, shielding her while everyone was still restless to prevent her from being used as a hostage.

He studied her a little and breathed a sigh of relief—she only had a bathrobe covering her voluptuous figure, but Willy had yet to do anything to her.

He made it just in time.

Zam strode up just then, glowering at Frank as he barked, “Who are you?!

You’re intruding in the Soranos’ turf, and you maimed the family heir!”

“The Soranos’ turf?” Frank chuckled coolly as he subtly pulled Noel behind him.

“All I know is that this is Noel York’s mansion, and you and your dogs are the ones invading a private property. That’s not all— you would allow Ms. York’s modesty to be defiled?! What is this lawlessness?! Get out of here right now!”

Frank’s insolence left Zam glowering. “I don’t know who you are or what you’re capable of, but haven’t you heard of the Soranos of Morhen? Mess with us, and you’ll die horribly!”

“Frank.” Noel tugged on Frank’s sleeve worriedly—she was touched that Frank could save her, but she did not want him to make an enemy of the Soranos for her sake.

No matter how strong he was, could he afford such a powerful foe?!

“Don’t worry.” Frank gave her an assuring look before looking up at Zam. “And?

Do you really think being a Sorano works for anyone? You have five seconds to leave, or you’ll be staying here permanently.”

Holding up his palm, Frank started to count down. “Five!”

“Brat.” Zam was incensed—who was this Frank Lawrence? How could he not give a damn about the Soranos?

Could he be a member of the Lawrence family from Morhen?!

That was impossible—they had fallen to anonymity and every last member had moved down south. They would never return to the East Coast…

So who on earth gave this brat the confidence?!

While Zam quickly eliminated various possibilities, Frank had slowly lowered his thumb.

“Four!”

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