The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank really despised oblivious people who kept running their mouths while he was trying to save one.

It:

was certainly not helpful for the ice–cold mind a healer needed.

The burly man would retort, but Frank’s icy glare left him flinching, with a chill running down his spine.

He promptly withdrew the words on the tip of his tongue as well, even though he was a veteran member of the reigning gang of East City.

He just had the feeling that Frank was not bluffing–if he really breathed another word, Frank would really kill him.

Meanwhile, since the burly man stopped talking, Frank turned and drew out the silver needles brought to him.

first into the center spot on top of the patient’s head before inserting

his entire palm over the man’s navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the man awake, and making him cough

that Frank saved a dying

prowess would not pale in

hurried to the patient’s side, his jaw

a middle–aged man named Kurt Stinson–waved him off, gesturing that

nodded at Janet when he saw her. “You really are Dan Zimmer’s granddaughter… I would’ve died if not for you.” Janet smiled and shook her head–she was not the one who saved

first place, but Mr. Lawrence was wise and found the precise cause. It was also

young–he had never heard of a young man with such profound medicinal skills after reigning in Riverton for