The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Marian had a hunch that Brock was already dead but lied. “Please, Mr. Summer was hurt. You have to save him!”

Seath realized that she was Brock’s new girlfriend and quickly decided that he had to flex properly. However, before he could call in his bodyguards, a man drenched in blood strode downstairs, gun in hand.

“Arghti”

The workers in the lobby all screamed on top of their lungs and scrambled to flee-it was a gun they were talking about, not a cleaver!

Seth was stunned too, just as Marian yelled, “That’s him! He hurt Mr. Summer just now!” Seth’s heart skipped a beat.

Brock was most definitely dead… but he had not gotten his money!

Nonetheless, he stood in front of Marian and demanded, “Who are you?”

Fred glanced at him but did not recognize him.

his gun to bear, leveling it

he barked imposingly. “My fight is not with you. Now,

the hem

Do

I am?! Have you heard of Riverton’s Flying Sword Sect branch?

you, and fuck Flying Sword Sect.” Fred snorted. “Even the gods will fall if they stand in

with those words, Fred pulled

bodyguard standing in front of Seth

already stated his name and title, but the bastard still shot at

turned and fled in

Seth’s bodyguard and could usually bully anyone thanks to

a machete, but

get rich, but before that, he had to be

was left cursing-without his bodyguards, he had no one to take the

this heat. Whatever this was

on to him with a vicelike grip. “Please, Mr. Yaffe! You can’t go! You have