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...?"

did a double take and quickly ran

up blankly at Liev, and said, "He's

Liev exclaimed

precision, avoiding any major arteries. His

trailed off, gulping as abject

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

you think

been praising

she was an impressive doctor

medicine-that meant she could save

Jet replied in uncertainty, but he

a 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! I'll show you

anywhere," Mona replied noncommittally,

a dozen minutes later, Liev's phone finally