The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2783

Suddenly, a lightning bolt flashed right before the middle-aged man's eyes, burning the words 'Death to the Wicked' on the ground!

Shocked, the middle-aged man looked up to the skies as it rumbled and realized just then he was going to die!

"But he said he's sparing me… Why not you? You can't do this…"

Another lightning bolt flashed, followed by the resounding boom thunder, while the middle-aged man was already reduced to ashes!

The pedestrians promptly took their phones out to take a photo when they saw, with some eagle-eyed ones seeing the writing on the ground.

"Holy shit! How vile was that man to have incurred divine retribution?!"

While they were skeptical about the supernatural, the fact that a lightning bolt struck down a man and left a warning in writing was solid proof otherwise.

Frank was far inside the apartment complex but smiled faintly when he heard them.

It was an experiment to see if he could break these people, but it was clear that they were afraid, even if he did not physically intervene. And in the end, the middle-aged man never knew what struck him.

With the aid of divine feats, however, they changed their perception.

Nothing was more scarier than the unknown, which was why Frank decided to give the same treatment to the likes of Mr. Corvan!

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In Unit 1102 on the fourth floor of Block D, an elderly man was dozing off.

Before him were the beefcakes whom Frank talked out of causing the scene.

Amusingly, Mr. Corvan had every intention to fire them but refused to provide severance pay, instead telling them they were just being transferred to work as security guards!

"Just work as security guards for the time being. When the time is right, I'll definitely transfer you back."

"Bullshit!" another beefcake snapped. "You just want to fire us without paying us jack!"

"You see, we're not highly educated, but we know the law enough to know that you're breaking it. You'd still have to pay if this gets out of hand!"

The geezer certainly knew he was given the good cop, bad cop routine. "Calm down—please understand where I'm coming from. At my age, I can't just let my subordinates rebel, can I?"

The beefcake snapped, "If we were to understand you, who would understand us?"

That was when a fashionable youth strode in, snorting in annoyance. "It's like nothing is acceptable to you. What the hell do you want?"

As it turned out, it was not just the beefcakes who could do the good cop, bad cop routine.