The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Oh, but I will keep talking about your mom! Go on, hit me if you can!"

Ms. Quill was endlessly pompous, dead sure that Frank was at a disadvantage, even fearing her family background and not daring to hurt her again. Why else would Frank release her?

Still, despite Ms. Quill's ignorance, Frank's rage slowly eased into peace.

Having used all his idle time to train, he was not his previous impulsive self.

While he was still livid to hear someone insult his mother, he could at least control himself now.

He then spoke calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Right now, you're breathing an airborne form of poison that carries a type of bug called the brocade mite. Azar Salor there has been charging his pure vigor repeatedly, hastening their hatching in his body. "So I'd advise you to quit hollering-the louder you are, the more you'd breathe in the poison, and the more mites would infest your body."

Seeing Ms. Quill frown, Frank narrowed his eyes. "By the way, I'm only telling you that because of our grandfather."

"That's bullshit!"

was creepy to even think

in both palms. "Then why don't you think for a moment? For starters, where did

Quill's face stiffened when she saw Frank holding the spiritron vein and the Celestial

both in the back pocket of her shorts but never felt Frank

had to reach inside

"You... pervert!"

glared at Frank, even as she

snapped, "Focus! Where did you get

off, stunned just as she was about to

items laying on the

were simply left sitting on the table in an

that weird, but since there was no faking either object, she was distracted by the sheer fortune of finding such

would definitely be praised by her parents and even her