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

were on their knees

"I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see reason. Just try to cooperate, and I might

the tomb raider quickly said, terrified that Frank would kill them if they so much as

y'all know the way, so take

for his colleagues to

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

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

the body—especially when these people were not as strong

as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled

kept quiet because

and get some rest.

tomb raiders nodded, with some resting

so they shook him a little and

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