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

took quite a while until Claude looked up blankly at Liev, and said,

Liev exclaimed

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 and tissues are a jumbled mess, but he's

off, gulping as abject

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

when Liev remembered, "Jet, do you think

praising

endlessly, that she was

medicine-that meant

uncertainty, but he did praise

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

Mona, growling viciously, "Don't think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist! I'll show you when my

I'm not going anywhere," Mona

a dozen minutes later, Liev's