The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Haran snorted. "Fuck off. You don't get to talk here! I don't even need to be at my full strength-just little over half would be enough to torture you!"

Nodding, Frank smiled in wry amusement.

This was why he would rather stay anonymous-there would always be some fool who believed themself to be his equal and then challenge him like it was nothing.

While they would be shown the truth, Frank simply felt it taxing.

Soon, as Haran and his father Thalos recovered, Haran was on his feet. "Go on, show me how you defeated the Ghostly Six!"

He even hooked his finger at Frank, not holding back his provocation at all.

Behind him, Longram was laughing. "I don't think you're winning this one, Mr. Cumur. You should have daddy fight with you, so you'd at least find some honor in defeat!"

That only sent Haran flying into a rage. "You lost to me! You have no right to yap in my face, so begone!"

While Longram would have been seething on any other occasion, today was different.

If anything, Longram felt glee at the thought that father and son would both be humiliated in front of so many bigwigs.

offense from Haran's mocking and gestured for him to go

out his dual blades as he leapt toward

Clang!

reached Frank, his blades had shattered,

brat

that Frank was that good and wheeled on the

Frank had someone on his payroll and was assisting Frank in secret, Haran barked, "Who was that?! Who's helping

other moves? You could try

be it!

for Frank to find an opening when he got

Pow!

squarely on the chest, Haran was sent flying, crashing heavily on the ground and coughing a large

him a long while to push himself to his

weight behind that punch was beyond human limits, and

he would already

you still think you're being deceived, Mr.

himself. "Fight him if you can! Don't just stand there