The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Janice smiled. "Hell, someone as down-to-earth as me is definitely way better than them!"

Frank smiled and nodded-those rich kids were really not as impressive as they thought themselves to be. At best, they were just better at pretending to look the part than the ordinary citizen, and their personality and competence might not really compare in certain cases. In fact, they might have trouble surviving among ordinary citizens.noveldrama

Janice then asked, "By the way, are you going to be busy tomorrow?"

"Actually, yes!"

"Hey...!"

It was a rhetorical question, as Janice knew that Frank would have nothing to do.

While his response caught her off guard, she also could see that Frank was just messing with her.

To no surprise, he chuckled and shrugged. "You know I'd have nothing to do. Why bother asking?"

"Fine, whatever. Just pretend I never asked!"

Rolling her eyes, Janice returned to the bench and kept eating.

The next day, Frank arrived at one of the hospital storage shacks.

Inside, the haughty undertaker was floating in the air, clearly exhausted. Acid was still dripping on his scalp every five minutes, and he would scream each time it burned him, after which came silence.

"Finally! You're here!"

Seeing Frank, the undertaker's face lit up as if finding his personal savior, his eyes filled with fear and gratitude toward his tormentor!

After all, while he was afraid that Frank would make things worse for him, he was also grateful that Frank had yet to do so.

It was pretty much everything on the checklist before Stockholm syndrome actually kicked in.

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guess you have something to say now?" Frank asked.

However, the undertaker shook his head. "Just let me go, and I'll do anything for you... but I really can't tell you anything! I swear, it's all true..."

"Hold it!" Frank stopped him before he could appeal to emotion.

Now was not the time for it, though it was more apt to say that he would not feel a thing, so it was pointless.

"If you don't talk..."

Frank suddenly his fingers, and the nail of the undertaker's left index finger was peeled off by an invisible force, leaving him screaming!

"I'll keep tearing off your fingernails until you do," Frank then finished. "Hell, once you stop feeling your fingers, move down to your toes. If it still doesn't work, you'll

ve

erience the sensation of having your brains pried apart."

The undertaker laughed endlessly at that. "You don't know anything, do you?! If

you open my head, I'd just die! And death is the best outcome for me, as you put

it!"

Frank chuckled. "Funny, I could say

the same about you. Just so you know, the cranium can be opened that's why they call it cranial surgery-and I'm confident enough in my ability to keep our environment antiseptic so that you won't die.

"Oh, and now that we mentioned antiseptic, there's this condition called encephalitis that you should know of. It's not lethal, but you'd

you were dead... And there are

plenty of other viruses like it.

"Since we're in a hospital, and I'm well-versed in medicine, I can get hundreds of

such viruses to make sure you're in pain forever."

"You're crazy!" the undertaker could not help snapping.

To be honest, he did not expect Frank, regarded as a paragon of virtue, to be this

evil! "You don't deserve all the praise that people have heaped on you!"