The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“Okay.” Frank nodded and turned toward Walter. “I’ll see you again, Mr.

Turnbull.” With that, he followed Robert into his car and headed to his residence with him.

It was a manor to the east of the city–a location filled with nature’s blessings.

That was especially the case for a certain mansion, surrounded by the hills and bodies of water.

Frank found himself staring at the mansion–cultivating there would definitely be twice as effective than usual!

The Quills were a clan of martial artists as reputed, with acolytes sparring or training along the compound.

Once the car drove inside the manor grounds, Yara hurried over to open the door for him. ” Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.

you,” Frank said and followed Robert into the drawing

burly man was sitting there,

introduce you to my son Stan, Mr. Lawrence. Stan, this is

“Mr. Quill,” Frank replied.

Imperial. Let Mr. Lawrence have a taste.” “Yes, Father,” Yara replied and left

our Boltsmacker, and her martial arts and cultivation has improved exponentially in turn?” “It’s just advice,” Frank said humbly. “Not an improvement.” Stan asked just then, “Since you can do that much, are you the apprentice of a famous sect?” Frank shook his head. “You flatter me, but I merely learned a thing or two from my mentor while I was young. I wouldn’t say that I’ve mastered martial arts.” He might have

you modify our clan’s technique?” Stan asked coolly just then. “We’ve kept that technique within the clan for generations. It’s not to be changed by anybody.” Frank

the corner of his eye, but the

to interfere as he was keen to