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 you, so just

other tomb raiders were on their knees too, terrified that Frank could kill

"I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see reason. Just

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

sure y'all know the way,

Red Shirt promptly beckoned for his colleagues to guide

chambers, but there was nothing special about them and mostly the

as they trudged on for a while. However,

was not superior over the body—especially when these people were not as

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

expected that he only kept quiet because he

down and get some rest.

with some resting

that he was just exhausted, so they shook him a little and force fed

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