The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Mariah shrugged. "I could hold back, but do you think he would?"

She was in no rush, taking her time to reverse her grip of her dagger and stabbing it through The Boss' palm with an audible 'shunk'!

She twisted the dagger before pulling it out, and she sliced through every finger aside from The Boss' thumb!

The sheer pain left the Boss gritting his pain in agony, and he bellowed, "You'll pay for this!"

Mariah smirked. "Don't you mean that you will? Anyone who betrays their comrades would definitely be killed. It's inevitable."

Then, she sliced through The Boss's eyes, blinding him.

He collapsed in the fall, writhing even as he tried to crawl away.

Mariah slowly followed before squatting and plunging her two daggers into his back.

The Boss flailed for a moment but soon dropped dead.

With that done, she turned and walked up to Frank, cupping his cheeks and standing on her toes, ready to kiss him.

Frank promptly shoved her away, denying her. "What are you doing?"

"Thanking my savior, of course!"

Mariah smiled coquettishly. "I hate owing people favors, especially handsome men-that's why I'm repaying you right now."

She then pointed at the black-clad man. "He knows!"

The black-clad man nodded, chuckling. "She's always been like that, getting ahead of herself whenever she runs into lookers. Don't worry-she won't bother you after this!"

Frank growled coolly, "Save it. You should both be considering your defense."

The room turned silent at those words.

While it was the black-clad man's first mission, there was no doubt that he was attacking Frank's friend and with lethal intent. No one could overlook that.

Mariah had even less grounds for defense, having done so many dirty jobs that she could never clear her name.

Still, she braced herself and pleaded, "Give us a chance. We'll serve you well."

Frank sneered. "If I do, who would give a chance to the lives you've taken? I won't make things that difficult-just kill yourselves."

The black-clad man and Mariah were left trading glances-this man was completely different from all the others they had met!

Anyone who met them and saw what they could do would definitely recruit them to their cause, not bothered at all by the innocent lives they had taken.

So why was this man so different? Why would he care about those dead people, and for what?

Mariah then said, "You should know that people inevitably change when they gain power. All those rules that normal people set... There's no reason to follow them, because we can do what we want to!

"It's so easy for you to just turn a blind eye. And I swear that I'll only serve you!"

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Frank again, but Frank smacked her

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hands away. "You're right. Once a person gains power, they would definitely feel buoyed. As for the

average Joes and plain Janes, only foots would care!

"However, I'm sorry to say that I like it when people fawn all over me in every way possible. So if those ordinary people die out, how would I get my satisfaction?"

The black-clad man and Mariah were both speechless.

But strictly speaking, vain people like Frank did exist!

Frank then sat on the couch, sitting down with his feet crossed nonchalantly. "Now tell me about your gutfit. How many people are there, and where are the key members right now?"

He started humming to himself, while the black-clad man and Mariah shared a look. "Are we hearing you right? Why should we cooperate if you're going to kill us anyway?"

Frank chuckled. "Don't you get it? Dying is your reward, because I really prefer to torture people before I kill them. It's another one of my pursuits."

The black-clad man and Mariah were left speechless.