The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 420

Frank was pointing Sunny in the nose as he snapped, "Get out of here if you're not interested in watching the movie!"

With that, he threw Sunny's phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces!

Sunny was furious. "Hey! That's the latest model—how dare you smash it?!"

Even Aria snapped at Sunny at that point, "Where do you come from, acting like you own the place because you have the latest phone? It's just ten grand at best. Now get out of here!"

She would have been interested in rich kids like Sunny before, but that was not the case now after she got in Frank's good graces.

Not only would she be earning an easy ten grand each month, but she also would not mind getting frisky with Frank while watching the movie. However, this braindead man had to ruin her plans!

Even the audience around them had their good mood ruined. They would slap Sunny too, and it went without saying how cathartic it was to see Frank do it.

Sunny was left glaring at his broken phone, while pointing at Frank as he snapped, "You're a dead man! Don't you know who I am? You're not leaving Grande Square when I'm around!"

Frank chuckled. "Then do you know who I am?"

"I don't care!" Sunny snapped fearlessly. "My brother is the general manager. You're not getting out alive!"

"General manager, was it? Go on, call him—I'll be waiting." Frank snorted in disdain—it was certainly conceited of Sunny to behave all high and mighty when he was calling upon a mere general manager.

Frank's disdain only left Sunny even more furious, and the latter promptly called his brother. "Hey, bro? Someone attacked me! You have to come…"

Winter was flustered as soon as she saw that there were over twenty men, and she was worried that Frank would get hurt even if she knew Frank could really fight.

On the other hand, Aria remained nonchalant since that handful of men were never going to beat Frank—he proved that much back then at the karaoke bar!

Gordon then glanced at Winter and Aria, his eyes flashing lecherously.

Still, he demanded, "So you're the one who hit my brother, aren't you?"

"He deserved it." Frank snorted in contempt.

"Shit, you really have balls. I'm giving you a chance—get down on your knees and apologize right now, and I'll let you go. Just so you know, my boys don't know their strength… you can't blame me if you're left a cripple." Gordon chuckled smugly, convinced he was definitely winning against Frank with just his twentyish men.