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!"

out a handgun, training it directly

going on? Were the modern tomb raiders so rich that

boy you keep around is good, but that doesn't mean we're

started threatening Frank and Sylvie, seemingly convinced that he was not going to lose. "It's called the circle of life-the

decisive element for martial arts, and he

betting on it. Empty your clip-if I'm still

Red Shirt by now, but the circumstances were different now. He could see that all the treasures in this gang's bags

wrong either. If these tomb raiders soz

hear

glances with his

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

start shooting," Frank snapped

and she whispered into his ear, "Please don't push yourself. The body

smiled in

vein, but dealing with guns