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

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

some pointers from Frank a couple

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

was 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

is going on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

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

to stabilize his breathing while

the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and

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

just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the

you’ve slain one of our brothers and

for us to end you soon

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