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‘

Sword Sect apprentices stood outside, watching the entire street, each of them armed. Naturally, no one else could be

chair in the snackbar, while Carol and Winter stood by the

but

when she saw him clearly burdened in his mind. “Excuse me sir. What did my brother do?” Winter asked softly

cool glare at her. “He killed

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

a pity he did not include Frank in his calculations…

her own son was, and Galen was

said in disbelief. “My son is a law–abiding