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?"

what about it?" a youthful

over.

at a loss. "Look, sis—I'm not saying no, but that man only does what he

"Who's street fighting?!"

that type of woman?! Come

not lying

would I lie to you? I was assaulted for no reason! Get your friend

then he's definitely going to help. He loves

Frank. "You're done for, boy!

other martial elite is around your age but much stronger. He's even bulletproof-you

amusement. "Did you think being bulletproof is that amazing? To bez honest, our boy here can do it too. Hell, most bulletproof folks are

but