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.

there was also variety to the condition of the corpse left behind, each more creepy than the last: Some would melt instantly into

that one sect no one would try to cross—what was more important, one's life

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

did not worry about them! "Huh?!" Tavis straightened, scowling as he glared at the woman from afar. "Hey, girl—you're asking for it by messing with Hundred

should know your place—you're

"What?! Sif Lionheart?!"

erupted in an uproar right then—the people here had certainly heard of

the Lionheart family and

held so much authority even the mayor of Norsedam