The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

In all likelihood, Rob would not even waste his breath with them.

Seeing that no one present dared to protest, Rob nodded in satisfaction and held up two fingers. "As for the second announcement, I am hereby rescinding all the privileges of the branch families." "What?!"

The outrageous demand left all the members of the Turnbull branch families dumbfounded.

Even Glen was staring at his own son, flabbergasted.

After all, Glen's own effort to reintegrate the branch families adhered to tradition, as he was slowly purchasing branch families shares or assimilating their shares through various agreements. It was the method any business folk would apply, drawing the branch families back to the main family.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Rob's demand to rescind their privileges was ridiculous in contrast.

The Turnbull branch families had worked for decades-even generations to establish their businesses and enterprises, but all of that would be given to Rob just because he demanded it?! Even frauds would not go that far!

"I protest!"

An elderly member of the Turnbull branch families rose to his feet, bellowing in rage, "You have crossed the line, Rob Turnbull-not even the head of the Turnbull family has such a right!" "Exactly! This is extortion... No, it's worse! It's robbery!"

"We will never agree to this!"

Even as the other members of the Turnbull branch families protested in righteous indignation, Rob remained calm, and even smiled.

"I expected none of you to give up so easily, so I will make my third announcement now."

Rob held up three fingers, narrowing his eyes as he growled coolly. "I will eliminate all dissenters, as the Turnbull family will be reunited as one!"

Then, he pointed at the elderly man who led the protests. "Charwick Turnbull, from the branch family of Braxton, yes? You're guilty of conspiring with Frank Lawrence and Vicky Turnbull against the current head of the Turnbull family, and that means death."

At Rob's orders, his men who were standing at the edge of the hallway all trained their guns, and pressed their triggers even as Charwick looked on in shock. Rat-tat-tat-tat!!!

Flames flared from the barrels as

bullets riddled the old man's bodies with dozens of bloody holes, and he fell heavily amidst deafening screams, his eyes wide open and blood foaming out of his mouth as

he died. fond

"Argh!!!"

Many women shrieked, shocked that Rob was really going through with murder.

Even the men were scowling in sheer trauma.

"Any other traitors? Who else has anything to protest?"

Rob smiled smugly at the other members of the Turnbull branch families and stayed utterly silent after being shown an example.

None of them would dare stand up to Rob when he clearly did not care about family, even murdering them!

But amid the silence, a woman's voice rang sharply, "I object!"

Everyone looked up in shock, because the one who stood up was none other than Vicky.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were flaring in rage as she glared at Rob beside herself, snapping coldly, "Rob Turnbull, you are now no more than a lapdog of the Lionhearts, and the Turnbull family would not succumb to the threats of a bastard like you! If all you can do is kill, then do it-kill everyone in this room, and let's see how you are going to face the wrath of the Turnbulls!"