The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1730



As Scarface finished, he paused for a long while before stammering, "D-Dad."

"Good boy."

Scarface wheeled on Madfist right then, only to find the geezer lounging on the couch, beaming so broadly that his wrinkles were smoothing out.

"Tch." Scarface clicked his tongue. "My father was a right bastard, gambling and getting into fights. He even killed my mother and sold me off for money to buy a couple of beers. You'd better not behave the same."

"Sure." Madfist nodded cheerfully.

"Hmph."

Scarface snorted but said nothing else.

Hence, they both sat in silence until Frank entered and sat on the couch between them.

"What? Why aren't either of you talking?" he asked, just as the waitress arrived with a fruit platter.

She appeared confused to see Frank. "You're..."

"Oh, you see..."

Frank paused before throwing out an excuse. "We're a family of three here to sing."

"Huh?"

The waitress was left confused as she glanced between Scarface and Madfist, clearly trying to make sense of this family.

Frank pointed between them right then, nonchalantly explaining, "Well, see... I'm his son, and he's his wife... Wait, I mean, boyfriend." "What?!"

Both the waitress and Scarface exclaimed at the same time, and the waitress was clasping a hand over her mouth as she glanced between Scarface and Madfist. "I-Isn't he his son? And don't they both come from a farming village?"

"Huh... Well, he's his son too, but also... Well, y'know."

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He was on the verge of tears. "Brother... I mean, boss! Why the hell did you say that?!"

"Now they won't ask questions because it's awkward."

On the other hand, Madfist proved his experience, nodding in agreement with Frank's move as he read Frank's intentions.

Scarface peeked at Madfist through his fingers just then and groaned. "Well, what do I call you now? Darling?"

"Daddy works too." Madfist shrugged nonchalantly.

"Bleurgh—"

Scarface almost coughed up blood and decided against it right then, or his heart might give in right then. Unsurprisingly, Trevor was right, although he missed one thing, which was the room where the meeting would take place. After a while, Helen, Gina, and Huub arrived, escorted by security officers from Lanecorp's health and safety department. "Hey, did you know? The bumpkin father and son in Room 105 are actually not really father and son..."

"For real? Gosh..."

"That's outrageous!"

The waitresses behind the front desk were busy gossiping, each of them gaping and covering their mouths in disbelief.