The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Buzz off." Frank slapped Ferdy across the face right then and sent him flying.

Jim watched as the almost six-foot Ferdy shot six meters away and crashed into his own desk, breaking it.

"Impossible..." Ferdy mumbled repeatedly even as he collapsed on the floor.

"Sir, please... save my daughter..." Brenda was still begging repeatedly.

"Don't worry," Frank assured her. "She'll be fine with me around."

He began inserting the needles into the acupoints around Ava's belly, and then took out a golden pill which he fed into Ava's mouth.

Jim somehow found the pill familiar. "Mr. Lawrence? What's that?"

"An Ichor Pill," Frank replied calmly without looking up.

However, the name alone left Jim freezing up in shock. "What? An Ichor Pill? For real?! And you just gave it off to some little girl?" "Some little girl?"

Jim even as he suffered a breakdown. "It's my pill, and I

was hyperventilating, barely stopping himself

was squandering of the

ever since a child and naturally had

the unusually pleasant scent of the Ichor Pill when Frank took it out. Still, he could determine that it was something special, as he quickly took note of the vibrant hue

the pill down Ava's mouth... and now that Frank had told him what he was, he regretted not stopping

long ago in an old tome on traditional

purify blood vessels. In fact, it was no exaggeration to say that it could raise the dead and

held such deference

not even his grandfather could get his hands

times, crying out in panic, "M-Mr. Lawrence! Your knowledge in medicine is sublime and a testament to traditional Draconian medicine! I was just too ignorant to realize... Please don't hold it

get out of my way." Frank waved him off in

patients watching