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!"

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going on? Were the modern tomb raiders so rich that they

around is good, but that doesn't mean

Shirt started threatening 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

the decisive element for martial arts, and he really doubted that Frank was fast enough to

your clip-if I'm still alive, you're

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

fairy tale-even if one could not 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 not have been that interested in

hear that

with his friends before laughing themselves

run into to prove even stranger. After all, the

start shooting," Frank

whispered into his ear,

smiled in wry

the spiritron vein, but dealing with guns was also quite easy