The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And yet, Frank managed to dispatch Bald Eagle in just a few moves. How did that even make sense?!

"He's no pushover. Let's go together-don't fall behind now!"

The brat led the charge this time, facing off against Frank with his deer-horn knives while the hag and Goldilocks cut off Frank's escape.

Frank simply smirked. "Don't you know that the weirder the weapon, the harder you fall?"

The brat was not letting up, however, watching Frank closely while signaling subtly at the hag and Goldilocks.

Both women waited for their chance, with one aiming her palm while the other kicking toward Frank's vitals.

When Frank vaulted past them, the brat's knives were waiting where he would land... but the brat swung and missed.

"It's been a while since I broke a sweat!" Frank chuckled, flexing his arms.

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"There's really no one else like you, Ms. York, goading that brat to come to my hill with words alone. Otherwise,

all one in a

Axel could finish, his jaw dropped as Frank easily dispatched his opponents, although he appeared to be at a disadvantage

broken as he landed flat on his back. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, while he bled

Dutton sneered as he clapped his chest, which was his way of applauding Frank.

"Not bad, not bad..."

was wrong. You're much better than I thought, and almost can't bear to kill

"Don't you care if your friends

strong, or you're nothing! Now don't oppose me

beckoned at him. "If you want to

it! Don't blame me

arm outstretched, launching it like a sword straight between Frank's eyes. Frank bent backward

and crashed loudly on the