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.

followed Robert into the

sitting there, having waited

my son Stan, Mr. Lawrence. Stan, this is Mr. Frank Lawrence, the man who saved your daughter.” “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Lawrence.” Stan nodded in greeting while studying Frank from

“Mr. Quill,” Frank replied.

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

improvement.” Stan asked just then, “Since you can do that much, are you the apprentice of a famous sect?” Frank

didn’t master martial arts, why would 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 was taken aback,

glanced at Robert with the corner of his

going to interfere as he was