The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Yara promptly turned toward Frank, appearing hesitant.

If she said no, she would appear to be cowering and would embarrass Vicky in turn.

But if she said yes, there was no telling what Jaud and the other two would do.

On the other hand, Frank remained completely nonchalant–so what if he played along?

“And how would you suggest a spar, Mr. White?” he asked.

Jaud smiled. “Actually, I’m too old to keep up with you young ‘uns… why not spar with my two apprentices instead?” Frank’s eyes narrowed right then.

The geezer had kept his presence withdrawn, but the composure of his vigor made it obvious he was untold times stronger than his appearance.

He was also maintaining a humble demeanor, making it obvious he has no intention of getting involved himself.

So, this was probably just a test.

“Sure.” Frank nodded. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Jaud turned toward his two apprentices. “Who’s up first, Marco? Polo?” At the same time, Yara strode forward. “Mr. Lawrence, I’m fine on my own. I’ll take them both at once.” Frank did a double take, and he stared at Yara, puzzled–when did she get so cocky?

Marco and Polo were frowning, clearly thinking that Yara was underestimating them.

Jaud chuckled in turn. “The reputation of the governor’s residence is certainly deserved–even a lady like Ms. Quill proves to be so indomitable. Still, aren’t you underestimating my apprentices here?” I am the governor’s daughter, but Mr. Lawrence instructed me in martial arts, Yara sald bluntly. “If they can’t beat me, there’s no need to spar with Mr.

Lawrence had encountered all sorts of characters as she grew up in the governor’s and New very well what laud intended he was testing her and Erank to prepare a move against Vicky.

not about to let Frank show

fought, she could help Frank hide his depth. Winning here would be glorious, just as losing would not mean much–she was fighting two men, and it was nothing to be ashamed

became even more wary of Frank after what Yara

age was

Frank and Jaud backed away, giving the three of them the floor. Marco growled, “Don’t

glance and charged toward

muscles, Yara moved, unleashing her Boltsmacker as she traded blows with

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

traded over ten strikes in no time at

more they did, the more surprised

her punches were the embodiment of silk and steel–tender yet unyieldingly strong, keeping both men

eyes, already

somehow also different,

as he got

tried to pull away but was held in place by Marco, Staveling she suddenly bellowed, “Hah!” hing a burst of vigor

not release her, Polo would have killed Yara, but he

going to take him down

blowing at his face from Yara’s palm, he soon felt himself backing

in martial arts, Yara sald bluntly. “If they can’t

and New very well what laud intended he was testing her and Erank

about to

losing would not

even more wary of