The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Clang!

A black-clad man’s machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

“What?! Projecting your vigor… You’re actually Birthright rank?!”

The old man’s jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man’s wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men’s head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

“I’m here to help, Mr. Lawrence!”

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger’s pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

traitor!” Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she

you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but he actually taught

just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered

common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged through the ranks of the

suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up

going on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

him. He could not move in time as a black-clad man’s fingers reached his shoulder,

effort to stabilize his breathing

did manage to poison

down and beg already, Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d

then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor.

of our brothers and

us to end you

black-clad man who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he