The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And today, Frank was seeing it in action with his own eyes.

"300 million."

A youth dressed casually raised his paddle just then.

For some reason, the entire auction hall soon turned silent at his call.

Scratching his head nonchalantly, Tavis Holt grinned. "That Hyperion Root belongs to Hundred Bane Sect. Anyone who bids against me shall be labeled an enemy of my sect... and I'm sure everyone knows what happens after?"

As Tavis looked around at those around him, everyone who met his gaze were grimacing but backed out of the bid nonetheless.

No one would ever mess with the ruthless savages of Hundred Bane Sect.

There was no line they would not cross. Anyone who made an enemy of them—even unknowingly —would be poisoned with a variety of oddities in each instance, and they did it without ever being caught.

left behind, each more creepy than the last: Some would melt instantly into a puddle of pus, while

why Hundred Bane Sect was that one sect no one would try to cross—what was more important, one's life or some

woman sitting beside Frank turned toward Tavis and snorted. "Hah! Hundred Bane Sect has the balls to mess

she did not worry about them! "Huh?!" Tavis straightened, scowling as

at him. "You should know your place—you're the one asking for it. I am Sif Lionheart

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

uproar right then—the people

youngest heiress of the Lionheart family and Titus Lionheart's

so much authority even the mayor of Norsedam answered