The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Jan smiled faintly, "He's arrogant, but he's strong.

Right now, your objective is to save your strength and subjugate every Turnbull at the central ballroom, and rise as the new head of the Turnbull family.

No loose ends." "Yes, sir." Rob Turnbull nodded, saluting Jan in turn before leading his men away.

Before he did, he leveled a cold, murderous look at Frank as if his fate was sealed.

Soon, the doors of ballroom three closed with a loud bang, leaving just Frank and Jan.

And seeing that there was no one else around, Frank looked up and asked, "So, the challenge issued by the South Sea Crow—that was you?" "Indeed." Jan nodded and grinned.

"You need an appropriate excuse if you want to claim control over a big cake like the Turnbulls, don't you agree?" "Where is she?" Frank demanded, narrowing his eyes.

Glen had told him the challenge was the South Sea Crow's own writing, meaning that it was definitely Ciaran Zobel.

And Jan had her.

"Since she no longer holds any worth to us, us Lionhearts have no reason to keep her." Frank's fury went ablaze right then—so that was why he never heard

once again proving how powerful they

"Heh.

think us Lionhearts could abide by the existence of any traitors?" Jan shrugged just

lot about you after

asked for this!" Frank's heart skipped a beat when he heard that name, and he

pure vigor unfurled, taking the shape of a warrior wearing silver scale armor,

that Frank was attacking and smiled as he

the same time, a black shield materialized in front of him, repelling Frank's sword as he

can't kill you as per the agreement, no one said we can't dismember your limbs and cripple you!" At Jan's growl, the black shield that repelled Frank's blow assumed the form of a black lion, over a hundred meters in length and

the same, breathing black pure vigor that incinerated all of Ballroom

"My god...