The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even Robert was left staring at Frank in disbelief. “Holy shit… Where does the man’s potential even end?” “Goodness…” Yara gulped beside him, her eyes flashing with envy.

Vicky was left astounded too.

To be honest, she had to keep reevaluating her opinion of Frank time after time because he was him!

That was when Frank moved one foot forward, and he seemed to teleport right in front of Kuno at the next moment.

Crack!

“Argh!” Kuno tried to fight back, but Frank’s palm had already struck his shoulder, shattering his collarbone!

As Kuno gritted his teeth in pain, his expression contorting savagely, Frank looked at him coolly. “You lost. Are you going to kill yourself, or should I do it for you?” Kuno was wheezing, hardly able to believe that he had just lost to some boy who was in his twenties!

And having trained in martial arts for thirty years, he was not about to go down easily! “You’re telling me to die?! Who do you think you are?!” he shrieked before turning to his apprentices. “Get him! Kill him dead!” He was convinced that Frank would survive if his apprentices swarmed him!

However, before the Flying Sword Sect apprentices could move, a thundering rumble of engines blared around them.

Suddenly, several green trucks crashed into the clubhouse!

charged inside the clubhouse,

left befuddled as he watched the soldiers. Their uniform sigils indicate that they were not under Riverton’s jurisdiction, but they showed up here

Sect apprentices were all staring blankly at the dark barrels aimed at them- no matter how impressive

ones immediately threw down

doing it, the rest all

was left sitting limply on the floor for a while, was

friends but presumed them to

was the deal with these soldiers, who looked like they

as a man in his thirties, wearing full–body

impassive as he snorted coolly. “You’re late.” Vicky and the others were left

Vicky was just going to tell Frank

the officer. “Robert Quill, governor of Riverton. May I have the honor of your name and title?” The man glanced at Robert and saluted him as well. “Colonel Hans Schnee, East Coast base commander.” “Base commander…?” Robert’s jaw could drop on the

last bastion shielding the country, and the men there were supposed to stand guard

could

was also the respect and deference Hans showed as he addressed Frank

was the connection

bigwig here, but he would be pretty insignificant in East

for asking, but why have you

about a