The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Useless fuckers!" Huub growled through his teeth and turned toward Renard Zitch, one of his goons who was standing nearby. Renard, one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, was a powerful martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank.

In fact, Huub's heart would bleed at the amount of money he paid Renard every year, though he was also his confidante and the man he most relied on.

As such, it pleased Huub that not only was Renard so strong that he was peerless among martial artists, but he was also fiercely loyal, removing all who stood in his way. And Frank would be no exception now.

Noticing Huub's look, Renard nodded, his visage cold as he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Frank.

Meanwhile, Frank was holding the endlessly confident bodyguard squad leader by the neck.

Naturally, the crowd who had yet to disperse looked on in terror.

It had not been four minutes since Frank leapt into action against Droitner Inc.'s elite bodyguards, and the bodyguard squad leader was his last opponent.

It was especially shocking to see that Frank had not only left the bodyguards floored, but he was throwing them to destroy almost every artifact on display in the exhibition hall.

left now were some clay

business people could hear

that Frank

could he

Thud.

the unconscious

Frank, Frank frowned, as he

surprised Huub could get himself a martial elite

if he did? Frank's own abilities were now indefinite, especially after he had absorbed a single petal's worth of

inside out, and that made the essence of

mostly used it to heal himself, the lingering essence was still enough for Frank to refine

no pressure despite being up against a martial

was

a martial elite