The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Alright, that's enough," Frank spoke up again. "Stop fighting-let's get started now."

Ida and Sadie promptly stopped arguing and sat on the couch, crossing their legs.

Frank did not start their training, however, and began with theory.

It was certainly amusing as neither Sadie nor Ida were one for theories. While they could hold on at first, they were soon yawning one after another. "Why don't we stick to sparring, master?" Sadie suggested, feeling apologetic.

"True. Learning theories through actual practice would be better than forgetting about the lesson," Ida said in agreement.

Frank sighed in exasperation-his own training had been way more difficult than this.

Still, he had no choice since training was more effective when tailored for the individual.

Getting to his feet, he said, "Alright, let's head outside."

Frank kept one hand behind his back while beckoning at them. "Both of you, come at me at

and Ida traded glances but quickly resolved themselves

him, however, as he floored

between us. Isn't there another way to get better quicker?" Frank shook his head. "There are no shortcuts to

appear deflated as

either, quickly pushing herself to her feet and rejoined the fray. Nonetheless, neither of them could land a blow on Frank even as the sun set. Wiping the sweat off her brown, Sadie asked, "How did you become so strong?" "Hard

hard work would it take from

both done well, improving

had thought, their cultivation

as those thugs in

thought crossed his mind, his phone rang-it was

He quickly asked as he answered the

but there's some trouble here. Please help me you're the only one who can!" She was stammering, making

hold on.