The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

A pill as miraculous as the Ichor Pill would definitely be wildly popular once it hit the market, and Kenny’s family was willing to invest in it.

Even just ten percent of the shares would do!

“So that’s why you’ve come.” Frank smiled. “Then I shall be frank–it’s impossible to produce Ichor Pills in bulk, because each cauldron worth of pills requires a drop of a martial elite’s essence.” “Really?!” Kenny exclaimed, realizing with a start. “Oh, so that’s why you never sold it for money… I never knew making the pill alone comes at such a huge cost.”

In reality, Frank did not consider his essence that big of a deal.

For martial artists who had yet to perfect their vigor, however, it was a treasure– and where would they get the essence of martial elites even if they had the recipe?

After some further discussion about martial arts, Kenny quickly excused himself.

he left Frank’s room and passed through the antehall, he

sighing. “Don’t bother. The pill itself requires the essence of a martial elite, and we

we?” Kenny paled in shock right then, and snapped under his breath, “Are you crazy?! Are you even serious about this?! Frank is definitely a martial elite, but no one knows the true extent of his abilities–even now, no one has seen him go all out. So forget about those rubbish thoughts, and don’t ever let Frank find out!” Kenny himself had tried to get his hands on

be able

look of contempt, believing that he

power, one either rises above

there for the taking,