The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Gerry felt terror from the bottom of his heart.

Frank was not joking-he would really kill him!

"How dare you, Frank!"

Stella strode up between her boyfriend and Frank, smirking. "You sure talk big, but look around-my family's martial artists are standing all around you! You're the one who's going down!" "Oh, really?"

Frank chuckled sinisterly. "Care to test that theory?"

"You prick! You really won't give up, huh?! Go, take him down and skin him!"

At Stella's bellow, the martial artists around Frank leaped toward Frank, ready to attack him with their martial techniques.

Terrified, the Lanecorp employees fled the lobby.

"It's your fault for messing with Ms. Favoni, brat! Now, you can watch while we skin you!"

The Favonis' martial artists actually proved to be skilled-unlike other martial artists Frank encountered before, the Favoni were serious about grooming them with their resources.

and positioning was planned and executed perfectly,

one of the maimed security guards shouted at Frank

in turn. "Run? Too

all Birthright rank or vigor wielders trained by her

men closed in with their martial

would take down

bathing

the Favoni martial

type who could kill without batting an

Archaeus!" he barked, pure vigor flowing throughout his body as he projected a subtle circle of protective

of one of the Favoni martial artists struck Frank's neck with

disbelief showing all over his

had even held back just to keep Frank alive long

the other

ran into

their fists and whatever weapons they wielded proving