The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.

Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. "Apologize already!"

However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.

He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. "We never knew that you're a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What did you just call me?"

"A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren't you one? Even bullets can't touch you!"

Frank chuckled in exasperation. "Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant- ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don't worry I can be ruthless, but I won't kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway."

Red Shirt sighed in relief. "Fair enough..."

"Wait!"

We never shot you, so just let

were on their knees

maniac, and I can see reason. Just try to cooperate, and

course! We will cooperate!" the tomb raider quickly said, terrified that Frank would kill them

nodded. "I'm sure y'all know the way,

beckoned for his colleagues to

ahead, they came across several other burial chambers, but there was nothing special about them and mostly the same

were starting to feel tired as they trudged on for a while. However, they were too worried about upsetting Frank if they asked to rest and could

body—especially when these people

survive the physical tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled up,

only kept quiet because he wanted

and get some rest. And go check on

some resting while others hurried

under the impression that he was just exhausted, so they shook him

seemed to squirm, and they opened it to