The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Quentin was left staring at the Flying Sword Sect apprentices scattered around the floor, groaning and howling in pain.

He gulped, and his legs were trembling–they were going to need Kuno here!

That was when Frank slowly made his way toward Quentin, who quickly said, “Please, Mr. Lawrence–I’m just the negotiator, I’m not even a member of the– Oof!” Frank had kicked him in the face even before he could finish, knocking him out.

Frank then whipped out his phone to call Trevor.

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence?” Trevor answered instantly without hesitation, since he was already waiting.

“Send your men to Winter’s home,” Frank said shortly. “Flying Sword Sect has her.” “What?!” Trevor exclaimed in shock and quickly nodded. “Don’t worry, sir! My men and I will be there soon!” Frank hung up and turned to Fred. “Are you coming?” “Yeah,” Fred said as he wobbled toward Frank–it was only natural, since he was worried about his family.

Frank nodded and brought Fred to his car, then sped straight to Winter’s home.

street in front of Carol Zims‘ snackbar was

each of them armed. Naturally, no one else could be seen along the usually bustling

himself was seated on a chair in the snackbar, while Carol and Winter stood by

who he was, but they knew he was here for

burdened in his mind. “Excuse me sir. What

cool glare at her. “He killed my men and held

my son.” One must admit that Galen had the right idea–instead of going to save his son, he seized

he did not include Frank in his calculations… Nonetheless,

well how much of a coward her own son was, and Galen was saying

you have it wrong,” she said in disbelief. “My