The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Trevor gasped. “Mr. Lawrence, that boy is the son of South Alp Sect’s chief. You didn’t have to kill him…” “Kill him? No, I didn’t kill him,” Frank replied. “I only kicked him he’s definitely still breathing.” “But that’s not right,” Trevor murmured in confusion. “Bron Howard insisted that you killed the boy. He wouldn’t joke around when his boy is the heir to his sect, would he?” Frank frowned.

However, he was very certain that he did not kill Troy he was absolutely aware of how much strength he put into that kick.

Still, he soon realized something. “It’s probably the Salazars.” Trevor scratched his head. “Well, we now have a problem. What are you going to do now, Mr. Lawrence?” “Tell Viola Salazar to apologize personally to Helen, or we’ll wipe out her family,” Frank growled ruthlessly.

“Of course.” Trevor nodded repeatedly, ever unconditionally accepting of any decision made by Frank The man had spoken, so he should make preparations.

Meanwhile, at Salazar Villa, Viola was dying from pure anguish. Her face was utterly pale and her whole body was drained as she moaned, “Dad… It hurts so much… Save me…..

Jaud White had examined her thoroughly, but there was nothing he could do.

Salazar could do nothing but urge Jaud to save his

blockages. Each acupoint has clearly been sealed.” Viola promptly cried out, “I–It’s Frank Lawrence! He

rush backward, killing her.” Donald was dumbfounded. “T–Then what should we do?” “We’d have to ask Frank to undo the seals,” Jaud said, finally realizing

but his pill refinement knowledge and his

What a horrific individual!

the wall–that man had been ruining everything

die…” Viola kept groaning even as she clutched her

she was beginning to lose