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 saw Burt helping

Lake Sect’s beck and call for years, but all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a

some pointers from Frank

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

aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he tried

What is going on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

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

effort to stabilize his breathing while Quinn

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

down and beg already, Frank!” She laughed coldly.

a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever

one of our brothers and insulted Ms.

be begging for us to end you soon

struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank