The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Arriving at the drawing room, Frank saw a familiar face that he had just met recently.

"Oh, it's you?"

Stella was seated primly on the couch, scowling even as a servant brought her tea.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Frank asked as he sat down comfortably on the couch, leveling an interested look at the woman who was somehow completely different than when he saw her days ago.

If she had been haughty and endlessly confident about being an heiress of the Favonis, she was now the image of someone beaten.

Her eyes were bloodshot even as she looked up, rasping, "F-Frank Lawrence, I've come to apologize."

"Apologize?"

Frank was left dumbstruck by her words, not expecting Stella to come all this way to apologize.

Still, he shook his head and laughed. "Well, you don't like you're really apologizing! The public really have a lot to say about me these days, about me being a disgrace to all martial artists and whatnot." "It's my family and my brother's excuse."

you've avenged yourself after killing

"Spare your brother's life?"

would make despicable me pay... And I wonder, even if I let him live, would you

retort left Stella flinching, and she bit her own lips so hard that

a little exasperated. "Your family is bent on taking me down in the name of justice, and so be it. I don't care how others

"N-No!"

feet and stopped

and finally told

were divided into

and father were

path of striving to

faction-consisting of Stella's uncles and the rest-opted to ally themselves to one of the major sects in

such offer came to them

entice that Favoni faction, Hundred Bane Sect provided them