The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Myra laughed as she lowered her leg. "I can't really compare to the martial artists in my room, but I'm still more than enough for you. Just so you know, I had training!"

The other guests applauded in approval as they watched. "Nice kick, girl! People like her need to be punished!"

Myra smiled. "I am justice incarnate, here to stop the injustices across this world!"

Then, stamping her foot on the middle-aged woman's cheek, she grinned. "Remember, you're the villain here. Keep harassing people, and I'll kill you!"

While the middle-aged woman was speechless, the delivery man hurried to Myra's side. "Thank you so much, ma'am!"

Not only did she forgive him for missing his delivery, she was even defending him now. Why would he not be awash with gratitude?

"It's alright." Myra nodded. "It's tradition to help a person in need."

In the midst of the polite exchange, the middle-aged woman pushed Myra's foot off and ran, screaming as she did, "Just you wait! I won't let this go unanswered!"

stood akimbo and smirked. "I'm still alive. You're my

"Ma'am, that woman's obviously no pushover. How

but you don't have to." Myra smiled, shaking her head. "I really love to fight such people, and you may not be aware, but there's someone whom no one should mess with protecting me. In fact, I would have the guts

delivery man tried to reason with her further anyway. But seeing that Myra refused to hear a word of it, he could only

her room, with everyone applauding her in

her arms as she returned inside

room was so silent one could hear a pin drop, and Myra was left

least say something? I should at least

right, but I have a question—that broad is calling up her people to get back at you. What are you going to

smiled. "I have you,

if I

can sell me to some third-world country. I

just joking, and simply took it in stride, even turning it