The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Mr. Shrode was left taken aback, seeing how determined the foreign businessman was.

"This much is nothing for the sake of my master."

Mobius flashed an eerie smile, staring at his bleeding hand without even flinching from the pain.

And just as Mr. Shrode said, as Mobius held on firmly to the spiritron vein for just five minutes, his little finger started to regrow visibly.

It took another two minutes before he had a functioning little finger again.

Mr. Shrode was blinking as he looked on, though he soon forced a smile. "See? I wasn't lying, was I?"

"No, you weren't," Mobius replied, chuckling after studying his finger and confirming the effect of the spiritron vein. "Well, how much do you want for it?"

Take it or leave

greedy smile showing on his lips. "The Lionhearts offered me 400 billion, but I just didn't know that they weren't going to pay. Moreover, you're not Draconian, so you should pay me more to overcome my patriotism." Mobius simply smiled

afraid that's

this, I'm walking away, and I doubt there wouldn't be anyone in Draconia who would be interested in my spiritron

"Last offer-500 million. That's the best price I'm offering you, as the price you demand is null, considering

fucking kidding

Mr. Shrode swore under his breath and snatched the spiritron vein off

that you've protected me a few times, but you don't

in turn, simply narrowing his

breeze on his face when he almost reached the window, and his whole body stiffened. "What..." He was left stumped as he realized the breeze left him

"Oh, such a shame..."

speech was suddenly gone just then, as Mobius spoke in fluent