The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2785

After all, none of them would abide with the Corvans' good cop, bad cop routine!

It was simply easier to be blunt with the geezer and show him that they were not to be pushed around!

Still, Corvan Jr. demanded, "How could you do this?! People would talk, and you'd be scorned!"

The beefcakes laughed despite their rage. "That cheek of yours! You and your papa were just demanding that we kneel, and now you're calling foul because the tables have turned?! You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"

Corvan Jr. clenched his fists and growled right then, "I dare you to say that again!"

However, the beefcakes knew Frank was stronger and were therefore not afraid, even laughing. "If you say so, so listen closely: You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"

Losing himself to rage, Corvan Jr. started charging at the beefcakes, only to trip over something invisible and fall flat the next instant.

He was naturally shocked—he was a martial artist. Hell, even if he was not, he should not have tripped so easily!

Not bothered about dignity just then, Corvan Jr. pushed himself up and started to charge again, but the same thing happened again.

Even Mr. Corvan straightened in his chair.

What was going on? When did his boy become so clumsy?

At the same time, Corvan Jr. carefully observed his surroundings before slowly pushing himself up.

Amusingly, he could not even do that this time.

In fact, he could vaguely feel an invisible force pinning him down and somehow sensed that he would be killed the next instant he moved!

"What the fuck did you do to me?!" he demanded furiously, knowing that Frank was the one who did it.

Frank shrugged innocently. "What are you saying? I haven't done a thing—just ask them. They were all watching!"

The beefcakes laughed right then. "You've done too much crap that even the heavens had enough. Just give in already—this is retribution."

"Give in?!"

"You're all terrible people—you have to kowtow if you want to break the curse!"

Mr. Corvan turned toward Frank, trembling just as his son did.

While Mr. Corvan thought there was absolutely nothing special about Frank, Corvan Jr. could see through Frank's incredible physique.

But that was one thing—how could he have this power?

As such, he was still reluctant to believe that a supernatural force was aiding Frank and the beefcakes. "Who the hell is doing that?!"

"Aren't you going to kneel in apology? Are you waiting for something?"

Frank's voice boomed without him opening his mouth to speak. It sounded as if it reverberated from the skies, inspiring terror like violent thunder.

It was not just the father and son pair—even the beefcakes were spooked.