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.

shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt

and call for years, but all of 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 me martial techniques too! You’re all getting your just deserts!

some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately

found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even

bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he tried to project his

is going on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

in time as a black-clad man’s fingers reached his

Frank great effort to stabilize his breathing

Eron White was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence,

already, Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d at least

there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached,

of our brothers and

us

bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank with a Lotus