The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Grom Santi, the black-clad youth, scowled. "Is that part of Mr. Lionheart's plans?"

"Uh... Of course!" Chet quickly replied.

In reality, he was no more than Sil Lionheart's lapdog-he was no martial artist and did not have many connections.

That was why Sil sent him to Zamri to lead the black-clad men.

However, they were Lionheart martial elites and naturally did not think highly of Chet, what with his insatiable greed and lust.

Even them being there was out of respect to Sil-they would not be following his orders anytime soon.

Chet knew that very well, which was why he name-dropped Sil, or the black-clad men would just up and leave.

"Fine, let's make this quick, or it'd be troublesome if Lanecorp finds out."

"Don't worry-Lanecorp would never know." Chet sneered.

He was presuming that he was perfectly discreet and remained oblivious that Noel was working with Lanecorp. And on top of that, the man with her was not some bodyguard, but the one man in Lanecorp they should not mess with. One might say that Chet was throwing caution to win because of his libido, thus sending the Lionheart martial elites straight to their deaths.

If these men knew who the people in the factory were, they would be killing Chet on the spot.

But sadly for them, they did not.

"Let's just hope that piece of shit won't cause us trouble." Grom sighed exasperatedly.

He had only recently joined Caudal Hall, but he was still the strongest in this squad infiltrating Zamri, having advanced far as a vigor wielder.

He was more or less privy to some insider information as well-their objective here was specifically

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Still, Grom only had the general idea.

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Right now all he wanted was for his men to finish this errand Chet threw their way and return to hiding. That would at least make it difficult for Lanecorp to find them.

"Let's go, boys!" Chet exclaimed confidently as he strode into Longham Garments.

However, Grom sensed something unusual from the curiously quiet factory floor. "Why isn't there any security in such a huge factory?"

Chet narrowed his eyes. "I've already

told the owner about my plans. He

must have called in security to encircle our target-we just need to charge in and take her."

Grom did not argue, but his brow remained furrowed.

Still, before they reached Urian's office, Urian himself was calling. "Hello, Mr. Jonas? Have your men arrived?"

Hearing the anxiety in Urian's voice, Grom actually found patience, even slowly down as he chuckled. "What's wrong? Are they trying to leave?"