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The geezer had kept his presence withdrawn, but the composure of his vigor made it obvious he was untold times stronger than his appearance.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

to let

as she 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

more wary of Frank after

his age was

Marco, Polo.” With those words, Frank and Jaud backed away, giving the three of them the floor. Marco growled, “Don’t go crying when

Polo shared a glance and

moved, unleashing her Boltsmacker as she traded blows with

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

traded over ten strikes in no

the more they did, the

abundant, but her punches were the embodiment of silk and steel–tender yet unyieldingly strong,

narrowing his eyes, already able to tell that something was

it was somehow also different, leaving him unsure what

an opening as he got close, catching

held in place by Marco, Staveling she suddenly bellowed, “Hah!” hing a burst of

not release her, Polo would have

to take him down with her

at his face

my apprentices here?” I am the governor’s daughter, but Mr. Lawrence instructed me in martial arts, Yara sald bluntly.

as she grew up in the governor’s and New very well what laud intended

she was not about to

she fought, she could help Frank hide his depth. Winning here would be glorious, just as losing would not mean much–she was fighting two

even more wary of Frank after