The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340 

Frank glanced at Seth even as he lay on the floor.. 

If Fred did not hurt Seth, he could pull some strings and ensure Fred’s safety. 

However, Flying Sword Sect would not rest when Seth was now basically castrated. 

“What, you can’t do it?” Fred asked, staring at Frank. 

“I can, and you have my word,” Frank replied flatly. 

His phone then rang with a phone call from Trevor. “Hello, Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?” 

“Brock Estates‘ offices. What’s wrong?” Frank replied. 

“Galen Yaffe, the chief of Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton branch, just sent all his boys to your location,” Trevor said urgently. “Do you know what happened there?” 

Frank scratched his head. “Fred Lawrence blew Seth Yaffe’s balls off. Also, we still have Seth in our hands.” 

Trevor gasped right then and stammered, “T–Then what are you going to do? Start a war with Flying Sword Sect?” 

“Sure, if they want one,” Frank replied nonchalantly. 

They had already insulted the branch chief, and he was never going to let this slide. 

If anything, he would like to make it fast and was certainly not worried about making more 

enemies. 

“Understood,” Tervore replied and hung up. 

Frank turned back to Fred. “Now, tell me–how did you upset Seth over there?” 

Fred told him everything in detail, and Frank nodded as he walked up to Seth. “Hey, kid–my boy was going to spare you, but you blindsided him instead? You deserve this, to be honest.” Seth’s face was pale, and he had long since lost all sensation beneath the belt. 

He was now a cripple, and he certainly could curse endlessly at the other two men, but it was pure agony just to move. “Motherfuckers… My dad will kill you both for what you did to me!” “We’ve already come this far.” Frank snorted, waving him off. “You can stop talking tough 

now.” 

As he slowly rose to his feet, a middle–aged man strode into the lobby and barked, “Are you here, Mr. Frank Lawrence?” 

Frank stepped outside in response and looked downstairs. “Right here. Can I help you?” 

“The name is Quentin Zodac.” The man smiled in greeting, his expression perfectly neutral.” As Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton branch’s chief servant, I’m here to negotiate this issue. I was told