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?"

hundred billion. Take

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 and shook his head despite Mr. Shrode's greedy demand. "Mr.

afraid that's too far

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

you demand

you fucking

swore under his breath and snatched the spiritron vein off the

a few times, but you don't

said nothing in turn, simply narrowing his

face when he almost reached the window, and his whole body stiffened. "What..." He was left

"Oh, such a shame..."

broken speech was suddenly gone just then, as