The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The middle-aged woman shrieked, "I'm warning you-stop it, or someone will come for you!'

She tried to get back on her feet and continue running, but she sprained her ankle when she stumbled. Still, she kept crawling despite being unable to walk.

Myra followed unhurriedly, laughing. "Actually, I'm quite keen to see who's got your back. I happen to have free time on my hands, so why don't you call them over to talk things out directly?"

"You're not... scared?" The middle-aged woman was left stunned by Myra's boldness.

Myra smiled in wry amusement. "If you had the world's greatest behind you like myself, you wouldn't fear a thing. Just call them all you want!"

"Alright, don't you regret it! I'll make you pay for your arrogance!"

"Right, right, hurry up. We're all busy people-not everyone has the time listening to you hollering."

The middle-aged woman shot a vengeful glare at Myra and promptly called her younger brother over the phone. "Hey, you said you know this martial elite. Is that true?"

about it?" a youthful voice

him over. Someone

but that man only does what he likes. He wouldn't

"Who's street fighting?!"

type of woman?! Come look for me right

not lying to

I was assaulted for

going to help. He loves

turned and grinned at Frank. "You're done for, boy!

elite is around your age but much stronger. He's even bulletproof-you should start thinking about how you're

bulletproof is that amazing? To bez honest, our boy here can do it too. Hell, most bulletproof folks are no match for him-just wait, you'd be

but said nothing,