The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Red Shirt thought that Sylvie and the rest were agreeable at the prospect of getting rich. As such, he lowered his backpack and unzipped, revealing the gold and gems inside.

Unlike antiques, these could be melted and sold for money!

"You're crazy!" Sylvie rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on!" Red Shirt retorted in annoyance. "You don't have to snap like that!"

"So what if I do? Even the tomb raiders in movies wouldn't sell the good stuff to foreigners! You people don't have any principles, and that's sickening!"

Red Shirt glowered. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, lady!"

"No, no, no. Please let me have a bite," Sylvie retorted.

As the leader of an archaeological team, she naturally thought differently than the gang of tomb raiders. In her mind, artifacts had no monetary value-only historical —and selling them was an utter waste, which was why she despised tomb raiders.

"You asked for it!"

incensed and whipped out a handgun, training it directly on

a double take-what was going on? Were the modern tomb raiders so rich

good, but that doesn't mean we're the type who

that he was not going to

and he really doubted

your clip-if I'm

would have subdued the likes of Red Shirt by now, but the circumstances were different now. He could see that all the treasures in this gang's bags were all imbued with a

to get everything wrong either. If these tomb raiders soz much as picked up a different piece, those snakes would

hear

Shirt traded glances with his friends before laughing

only for the people that they run into to prove even stranger. After all, the kid actually

up and start

fell, and she whispered into his

smiled in wry

the protection of the spiritron vein,