The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Okay..." Lara turned and smiled sweetly at Frank, the way she looked at him having clearly changed. After daybreak, both she and Sylvie were discharged as they had no further issues following checkups. They had breakfast together at a nearby restaurant before returning to the tomb.

The construction team had already arrived, and Sylvie instructed them on where to dig.

However, after clearing the surface level, they had a problem when they reached the lower passageway.

It turned out that the structure on the lower level had a delicate design, and they would need to blow up the columns keeping the roof up with dynamite if they wanted to dig deeper. But if they blew up said columns, the entire tomb would collapse too!

After weighing her options, Sylvie decided to allow the construction team to head inside the tomb to examine the column structure.

Just as she expected, the support was perfect and would last a few more decades.

"Alright, then let's head down!" she said, steeling herself to head indirectly.

Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "Then you should've let me in in the first place, sparing the construction team the need to travel all this way."

tell if the tomb wouldn't collapse? If we'd gone

not argue and dragged Tigris and his men out of their tents to escort Sylvie's team to the village, where they

Is there any reason we would be able to hear

the surface?" Sylvie appeared

her right then. "We were suddenly hearing so many footsteps from down below, and we thought this place was

by the strange incident despite being so knowledgeable.

place be actually haunted?" Lara blurted, still traumatized as she remembered. "The cell signal also went out when we tried to

down there," Sylvie said, even more determined to

famous if they found

room Frank entered before and were

writings, and porcelain tools of eras so long ago... Whoever renovated the tomb must have been rich!" Sylvie exclaimed after looking around, as each relic here would sell for

advantage in numbers. Let's knock them out, sell off all these antiques, and live like the rich!" Before Frank could say a word, Sylvie wheeled on Tigris, clearly having heard him. "Come on. You're just going to knock me out with this beautiful mug? What, aren't you interested?" Tigris flushed, not