The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 

Frank glared murderously at Finn and growled, “Come back right now, and I’ll make it quick.” 

Jermain frowned and growled coolly, “It doesn’t matter how important you are in Riverton, brat! Past this river, we’ll be in Middleton. You don’t get to strut!‘ 

How dare that boy threaten to kill his nephew right in front of him? He was really belittling the Chandler family! 

Finn was laughing out loud in turn. “Haha! Why don’t you come over if you have a pair, Frank? I’m waiting right here! Learn to walk the talk before you threaten someone’s life!” 

Frank, however, remained calm despite his taunting. 

That left Finn frustrated since he wanted Frank to seethe, though he soon remembered something else and gloated, “You’d better watch your girl–she’s lucky this time, but I’ll make sure she personally warms my bed when I return!” 

“That son of a bitch…” Trevor growled furiously and turned to Frank. “Should we prepare a boat, Mr. Lawrence?” 

Frank shook his head and continued shouting at Finn afar, “You’re dead meat.” 

Finn taunted him with a dramatic cringe as if in fear. “Oh, I’m so scared… what the F***?!” 

He was convinced that with this distance between them, Frank would not reach him even if he got on a boat now. 

And with his family’s forces waiting on the other end, there was nothing Frank could do at that point! 

Boom! 

That was when Frank arched his back, his foot cracking the gravel beneath it just before he shot forward like a bullet. 

As everyone gaped, Frank leaped through the air with an elegant arc. 

But the boat was dozens of meters away! Frank could not make it, and he started falling toward the river! 

Finn breathed a sigh of relief–for a moment, he thought that Frank would actually leap up to his boat. 

Beside him, Jermain could laugh. 

Despite Frank’s calm reaction, Finn must have upset him and led to this. 

And yet, just as they watched Frank, expecting him to fall into the river, Frank angled the tip of his foot toward the surface of the river. 

Then, with a gentle poke, he leaped into the air again! 

The churning river was suddenly his springboard, and he was rapidly closing on the boat! 

“What the… That’s impossible!” Finn paled in shock. 

“Is he… walking on water?” 

Even Jermain’s eyes were bulging–he had never expected such horrific abilities from a man as young 

as Frank! 

He had seen people do that, but they were martial elites almost a century old with unparalleled vigor! 

Someone this young with such power was certainly something new to him! 

“Uncle Jermain! We’ve got to go!” Finn screamed.