The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank started at Burt in turn—he had heard of him before.

After all, Burt Yorkman had the reputation of making the most arrests in Riverton Precinct and was as competent as he was brutal.

Those he had his eyes on would never get away, though Frank was still surprised he was a member of Sage Lake Sect.

Still, he reasoned, “You are more or less a man of accomplishment in Riverton. Why stoop to being Sage Lake Sect’s lapdog?”

Burt chuckled, presuming that Frank was intimidated and therefore trying to sway him.

“Give up on your pretty words, kid.” He snorted in disdain. “It’s your misfortune for upsetting Sage Lake Sect—average Joes like you would never understand the terror they embody, but don’t worry, I’ll spare you the pain while satisfying Ms. Ocean.”

Frank chuckled. “So I should be thanking you?”

“You’re welcome.”

thing or two about sects myself—have you

the top sect in the world, but regrettably, they fell three years ago—the chief and their senior apprentice both. The Four South Sea Sects now share control over what’s left, and they are a shade of their former

Frank smiled. “You’ll

surprised again. “You’re saying

disappointment. “I might have considered

Mystic Sect Sky was now nothing compared to Sage Lake Sect, and Burt had no

out a fat dagger, he said coolly, “It’s inhuman, but I’m crippling your meridians first. At least you’d be alive—just play nice

to a martial artist like Frank, but Frank said quietly, “Do you really

have been restrained with sage fetters—not even

why he used

Burt could stab Frank, he suddenly received a call, which he answered without

voice on the other end greeted him. “I’m Vicky Turnbull,