The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Name your price!" Liev barked, having gone through plenty in his years building a legacy in Zamri.

When he realized that brute strength would not work, he must negotiate a way out.

Whatever happened, he must not lose his son or his lineage ended here.

"Nope."

But contrary to Liev's expectations, Mona had no intentions to negotiate and shook her head. "Someone told me to watch Claude and keep him here until she gets back."

"So this is not up for negotiation?" Liev growled, incensed.

"That's right," Mona replied nonchalantly and got herself a chair to sit on.

Live turned toward Jet in turn and asked, "How long does Claude have?"

"How long...?"

and quickly ran over

while until Claude looked up blankly at Liev, and

Liev exclaimed

balls kicked off, but the brat did so with precision, avoiding any major arteries. His veins and tissues are a jumbled mess, but he's not going to bleed

trailed off, gulping as

such accuracy meant that the brat could hold her own, even among

do you think the hospital chief

praising the new

endlessly, that she was an impressive

traditional medicine-that meant she could save his

replied in uncertainty, but he

man with a collapsed heart, and it was not impossible

breathed a sigh of relief at that and wheeted on Mona, growling viciously, "Don't think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist!

Mona replied noncommittally, sneering

later, Liev's phone