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."

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

traded glances but quickly resolved

match for him, however, as he floored them

Sadie rubbed her rear as she got up, she exclaimed, "There's such a huge gap between us. Isn't there another way to get better quicker?"

sighed but did not appear deflated

fray. Nonetheless, neither of them could land a blow on Frank even as the sun set. Wiping the sweat off her brown,

exasperation. "How much hard work would it take from

well, improving considerably over

had thought,

those thugs in the group would

the thought crossed his mind, his phone rang-it was a

asked as he answered

you, Mr. Frankton, but there's some trouble here. Please help me you're

on.