The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"And anyone who enters by mistake would die by their hands for nothing."

Frank smirked since they were such a bunch of cutthroats, then he had no reason to hold back!

In the mansion were twentyish men and women of different age groups, chatting while snacking.

"That geezer's so paranoid that he had to apologize to some nobody!"

Tatum was seething and clearly trying to goad the others into helping him get revenge. "I mean, it's no skin off the geezer's back, but our reputation is being dragged through the mud!"

"You're kidding." A lady in a black dress and thigh highs giggled scornfully. "You may say he's a nobody, but he at least beats you at your specialty! And you know that everyone's saying he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein."

Tatum tried to argue, but he could not because the lady in black was right-he lacked skill and had no right to diss Frank.

"Doesn't matter," a geezer with a cane barked as he sat in a corner, clearly defending Tatum. "No one gets to strut on our turf, and so what if he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein? He allegedly couldn't even wield it. Even if we won't win in a single duel, we definitely can if we attack together."

grateful, laughing. "See? That's why old Aran deserves respect! Anyone would fall short if

yapping. See if we'll

a petty grudge against little old me. I know you'd definitely restore

someone suddenly asked. "Who, your

to find that someone had appeared by the stairs

form almost visible. And with his chiseled cheeks and piercing gaze, he certainly carried

one-in-a-million martial artists-why did

air and under broad daylight at that.

should be worried about. It's time to think

"Run?!"

what if you're good at wielding a polearm?! Sure, we might not win in a one-on-one, but what can you do if we gang up on you?" Frank

laughed even

rising to her feet "Listen here! Don't hurt a hair on that man want him as