The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Meg shoved Sadie in annoyance. "It's called attraction-tell me, who wouldn't be interested in your gorgeous mentor? Don't you think that I don't know about your intention to jump him too." Sadie shrugged. "Even if I do have such intentions, I never once took action, unlike you, playing the blushing maiden while barely keeping your libido in check. What even is that?" As the two ladies joked around, Frank decided that it was boring for him and went upstairs.

Before he got to the top floor, however, he heard Ida Cahn breathing heavily, as if exerting herself.

There was another person breathing, but he was calm and steady-he was a martial artist like Frank, and a good one at that.

Surprised, Frank quickly kicked open the door to find Ida lying prone on the floor, clutching her throat. Even so, her blood was seeping out from between her fingers as if someone had slit it!

Beside her stood a thirtyish bulky man who was around Frank's height, holding a short sword with blood trickling down from its edge.

Color returned to Ida's pale cheeks when she saw Frank returned, and she withstood her pain just to jeer at the man. "Y-You're done for!"

The man ignored him and turned toward Frank. "So you're the famous Lugh Frankton? Can't say I'm impressed-you have nothing going for you aside from your good looks." "You're the one who hurt her?" Frank asked coolly.

I'll give it to you straight-you'd never measure up to

he finished, the man swung his short sword at Frank, who leapt

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this powerful existed in a quiet place like

the man, who seemed to already

his sword as he leapt backward, launching terrific shockwaves that sliced into the wall as Frank dodged everything

could not reach Frank, even as Frank caught

Clang!

dropped his

I wouldn't have waited for your arrival. Surely you can tef that I have the strength to send her head

swiftly convinced Frank, hence saving his own skin. Easing his grip, Frank asked, "Who are

the middle aged man rolled up his sleeves and spread his palms, indicating that he meant no harm.