The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2800

Frank's eyes lit up on the mention of graveyards. "Prospecting? Is your owner a burial plot owner too?"

The nightclub manager nodded. "Everyone has a side business these days, don't they?

"And I don't mean to brag, but the owner is the biggest burial plot owner in town, though that's mainly because most people here stick to ground burial but are also poor at prospecting, which is how the owner got his business booming."

"Good." Frank nodded. "Now take me to him."

-

By the next morning, Frank was standing in front of a gravestone that was swiftly carved overnight.

There were only the letters RIP inscribed on it and nothing else, and Frank stated at it as he somberly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't even know your name so I could only leave it blank. Still, my friend would eventually find out and make up for it."

He heard a faint breeze and suddenly spun to catch a throwing knife launched at him while staring at a nearby woods.

A lofty man standing around six foot seven emerged, having wide muscular shoulders and tiny eyes.

He demanded coolly, "Aren't you worried about comeuppance, committing such atrocities?"

Frank glanced at the gravestone and sighed. "I really have to wonder—do none of you ever do your homework before coming at me?

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be under the impression that I killed Crewcut. Am I that depraved that I'd properly bury someone I murdered?"

Lofty was perplexed, but he growled coolly, "Don't try to be smart. He told me he was coming after you before we parted ways. Who else could have murdered him?"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "In that case, if he got run down by a car, would you blame the car factory where it was made? What even is that logic?"

Lofty was clearly different from Crewcut as he was sharper.

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