The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 196

For Frank, nothing could be easier than dealing with those thugs!

Dustin took off his shades just then and told Bravo, "Mr. Lambert, it's me, Dustin!"

"Oh, Dustin?" Bravo exclaimed in surprise. "Who did this to you?"

"That little shit! He's the one!" Dustin pointed at Frank right then, his eyes flashing viciously as he glared at the man. "Come on, boy! Weren't you plenty amazing just now? Why don't you do it again?"

However, Bravo did a double take when he turned to look where Dustin was pointing.

"Isn't he the kid who saved the bossman?" He gulped.

Bravo's boss, Kurt Stinson, had almost died at Flora Hall, but Frank had saved him almost effortlessly.

Kurt had also told Bravo not to provoke the man…

As such, on one hand was Dustin, an occasional drinking buddy, while on the other was Frank, the man who saved his boss's life.

Bravo certainly knew who between those two he must never upset!

"Shut the fuck up!" he bellowed and punched Dustin squarely in the back of his head!

"Oof—"

Dustin was left clutching the back of his head even as he turned in shock toward Bravo. "Why did you punch me?"

"Punch you, did I? Well, I'll kick you for good measure!" Bravo barked and leaped up to kick Dustin three meters away.

Then, pointing at Frank, he said, "What do you think you are doing? That man saved Mr. Stinson's life!"

"What?!" Dustin was left gaping—that brat had actually saved Kurt Stinson's life?

Both Noel and Vicky were taken aback, staring at Frank in disbelief.

With those words, Bravo's goons dragged Dustin out of the hotel, and blood-curdling screams could soon be heard!

Bravo turned back toward Frank, groveling. "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Lawrence? Just say the word."

Frank shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm just here for dinner—just didn't expect to run into simpletons."

"Oh…" Bravo nodded, though he glanced between Noel and Vicky before whipping out a golden card with a smile. "Mr. Lawrence, this is a gold member card for our establishment. The penthouse suite is all yours—the bed in there can fit up to five people with no problem."

It was obvious that Frank was quite something, having two ladies of such beauty at his side.

It was most certainly going to be a long night for him…

"Ahem… Alright, you can go now if there's nothing else," Frank told Bravo as he took the gold card.

Who knew what freebies Bravo would give next if he was allowed to keep going!