The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Drunken Moon quickly shook her head. "Don't worry about rewarding us.

Nothing's better than getting you back on your feet. Did you know that you looked just like a zombie when I saw you again? You really gave me a scare there."

Zein chuckled. "Can't help it-I really had no idea what I could do against them, so I could only flounder. But with this man recovering my mother's ashes, it's over for them."

Turning to Frank, he nodded. "Don't worry, brother-I'm no ingrate. I'll definitely make this worth your while."

Frank shook his head too.

It was a simple thing for him to do, and he had volunteered in the first place. Why leverage grace for trinkets?

Even as the thought crossed his mind, someone kicked open the door, and soon, a dozen goons stormed inside.

With their black tank tops, machetes, and muscular figures, they were clearly not to be trifled with.

Dani herself, striding inside like a queen, as if she had everything under

"Why did you come back? Not worried that I'd

could you hope to kill, looking as pathetic as that? I don't mind giving it to you straight-these people with

the audacity to come cause trouble despite knowing his abilities. She brought

of you,

enough of Dani, Drunken Moon charged

in response, and the image of a

firing a massive storm

with her powers, but the petals tore through

Frank blew a gust of wind,

in relief-thank goodness Frank was there, or she would

"Impressive!"

Frank in interest. You're good, turning yourself