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...?"

take and quickly ran over

looked up blankly at Liev, and said, "He's safe... He's not

exclaimed in

exasperatedly. "I've checked-he had his balls kicked off, but the brat did so with precision, avoiding any

off, gulping as

do so with such accuracy meant that

was when Liev remembered, "Jet, do you think the hospital

been praising the

chief endlessly, that she was an impressive doctor who

Draconian traditional medicine-that meant

replied in uncertainty, but he did

with a collapsed heart, and it was not impossible for her to save

"Don't think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist!

anywhere," Mona replied noncommittally, sneering ever so

a dozen minutes later, Liev's phone