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!"

too! We never shot you, so just

on their knees too, terrified

can see reason. Just try to

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

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beckoned for his colleagues to

came across several other burial chambers, but there was nothing special

feel tired as they trudged on for a while. However, they were too worried about

over the body—especially when these people

the physical tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's

smirked, having expected that he only kept quiet because

some rest. And go check

raiders nodded, with some resting while others hurried to Red

were under the impression that he was just exhausted, so they shook him a little and force fed him some water, but he

jacket seemed to squirm, and they opened it to