The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 767

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 767-Y-You’re lying!” Mandy, a short-haired girl mustered her courage to speak up just then. “You molested Kat! That’s why she hit you!”

Cid glared at the girl right then, leaving her too scared to speak again. “I only touched her face. Is it my fault she refused to respect me?!”

Nash forced a smile as he said, “Look, this is all just a misunderstanding, and there’s no need to make things worse. Why don’t we all just take a step back?”

“Take a step back?” Cid laughed in utter scorn and leapt forward to slap Nash across the face. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?! Take a step back?! What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!”

Nash stumbled and almost fell from the slap.

“How dare you!” Kat flew into a rage, picking up a beer bottle and was ready to hit Cid.

Nash stopped her, however. “You’re a girl, Kat! Don’t do it!”

“What, you want a fight?! Come on, hit me!” Cid sneered. “None of you will leave this place alive if you even laid a finger on me!”

“Please calm down, sir. It’s really all just a misunderstanding.” Nash kept trying to make peace and kept smiling apologetically. “We can talk about this.”

“Talk about this?!” Cid held up his wrist to flash his broken watch. “This is a Vacheron! It’s three hundred grand a piece, and your daughter had to break it!

So tell me, what are you going to do about it?!”

“What?! Three hundred grand?!” Nash flinched from Cid’s outburst—he only made around a few grand per month. When would he ever pull together three hundred grand?

“What? You wanted to talk about this, didn’t you?” Cid snorted haughtily. “Then pay up—give me three hundred grand right now, and I’ll consider sparing your daughter. If you don’t… Hah!”

With that, Cid stopped talking, having made his threat.

While Nash stood, fidgeting helplessly, Cid eventually sighed. “Forget it—I could tell that you beggars could never afford it, but I won’t push you either.”

He pointed at Kat then. “Have your daughter spend the night with me, and I can forget about the three hundred grand. How about that?”

“Dream on!” Kat spat.

Nash mused to himself for a while and eventually looked up, speaking sincerely.

“S-Sir, don’t worry— just give me a few days, and I’ll get you the money.”

“I want it right now! Fuck off if you don’t have it—don’t be an eyesore!” Cid grabbed him by the collar and shoved him aside, snapping, “Count your lucky stars, geezer. Three hundred grand! Not even B-list celebs get paid that well!”

“I’ve had enough!” Kat flipped out as Cid continued to abuse her father.

Picking up a beer bottle, she smashed it on Cid’s head!

Clang!

It shattered over his head, splashing beer everywhere.

“What…?” Cid was actually stunned by the blow and reached up to touch his head.

When he saw that he was bleeding all over, he came to his senses. “Y-You bitch! You hit me!

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