The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1618

Judging from its name alone, Fettle Clinic was an unassuming place.

As such, Frank was not surprised to find the clinic in a remote corner of the suburbs, just past the fringes of Lake Cove.

It was evening, but every door and window of the clinic was shut, as if closed for businesses.

Still, Frank's sharp hearing could pick up the voices inside.

He was alone, and it was a familiar face at that—it was Hardy Xinder!

Narrowing his eyes, Frank leapt agilely up to the second floor and slipped inside from a venting window.

Hardy, whose hair was now completely white, was sitting by a desk and asking into the antique rotary phone, "Hey, what's going on here? You're saying that there have been problems in Zamri, but what am I doing here?"

"What? A trap? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Hardy sounded clearly impatient and was even holding the phone as he paced around. "Damn it, Yaga—so what are you playing at?! Shouldn't the Lane family be going after Frank Lawrence's head by now?! And with your relatives in Bralog getting on his case too, he's not going to get away, is he?!"

"Wait, he's coming? Are you kidding me?!"

Even as Hardy snapped furiously over the phone, he felt a chill beneath his neck.

He looked down and, before he knew it, found a knife held there, pressed against his neck.

Too petrified to speak or turn to look who it was, he stammered as he said the name on his mind. "F-Frank Lawrence…?"

"You knew I'd be here?"

Frank had picked up one of the knives on the table to restrain Hardy, but his heart skipped a beat when Hardy guessed that it was him.

"It really is you!"