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 to check

looked up blankly at Liev, and

exclaimed

true." Jet sighed exasperatedly. "I've checked-he had his balls kicked off, but the brat did so with precision, avoiding any major arteries. His veins

off, gulping as abject

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

you think the

had been praising

chief endlessly, that she was

traditional medicine-that meant

in uncertainty, but he did praise

did save a man with a collapsed heart, and it was not impossible

think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist! I'll show you when

worry, I'm not going anywhere," Mona replied noncommittally, sneering ever

later, Liev's phone finally