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.

Yorkman! You traitor!” Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage

at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my

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

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

on?” His heart skipped a

Had he been poisoned?!

consciousness stagnated even as the thought struck him. He could not move in

stabilize his breathing while Quinn looked in

was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s

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

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

one of our brothers and

be begging for us to end

now bellowed, his fingers