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!"

was incensed and whipped out

was going on? Were the modern tomb

but that doesn't mean

Frank and Sylvie, seemingly convinced that he was not going to lose. "It's called the circle of life-the rat fears the cat, but the rat also beats the

martial arts, and he really doubted that Frank was fast enough to

I'm

treasures in this gang's bags

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

hear that

traded glances with his friends before laughing

that they run into to prove even stranger. After

up and start

her, Sylvie's face fell, and she whispered into his ear, "Please don't push yourself. The body won't

smiled in wry

the protection of the spiritron vein, but dealing