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!"

innocent too! We never shot

knees too, terrified

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

said, terrified that Frank would kill them if they

know the way, so take the

beckoned for his colleagues to

other burial chambers, but there was nothing special about them and mostly the same as

to nerves or some other reason, the tomb raiders were starting to feel tired as they trudged

superior over the body—especially when these people were

physical tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled up, and he dropped down to the ground, unconscious.

he only kept quiet because he wanted to punish

some rest. And go check on

tomb raiders nodded, with some resting while others hurried to

just exhausted, so they shook him a little and force fed him some water,

slapping him around when his jacket seemed to squirm, and they opened it to find