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.

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

her, once again proving

"Heh.

by the existence of any traitors?"

about you after working on

that name, and he

unfurled, taking the shape of a warrior wearing silver scale armor, carrying a sharp

not surprised that Frank was attacking and smiled as he leapt two paces

a black shield materialized in front of

per the agreement, no one said we can't dismember your limbs and cripple you!" At Jan's growl, the black shield that repelled

and the black lion did the same, breathing black pure vigor that incinerated all of

"My god...