The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Frank nodded in silence, while the scrawny man snapped, "You really think you can kill me, geezer?!"

He leapt toward Bron, his footwork deft and immaculate.

Bron raised his blade in turn, and there was a cold flash as they clashed.

However, the scrawny man's face fell, his pupils dilating when he felt a coldness over his chest.

He looked down to find a deep gash over his pectorals, his heart cut in two beneath it!

"Im... possible..."

Splash!

Blood gushed audibly out of this chest, and he fell to the floor with a thud, disbelief still written all over

his face.

He had fought martial elites countless times, only to fall to some middle-aged man?

On the other hand, Bron sheathed his blade with one smooth move, having dispatched the scrawny

man with ease.

Frida, who was sitting limply on the floor, was astounded.

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Who was that man? Could he be Skyrank?

Frank walked slowly up to her just then, putting a palm on her shoulder and grasping lightly.

"Argh!" Frida screamed.

"Your arm is broken," Frank explained quietly. "You need to get out of here."

"No, my mission is to save Ms. Turnbull. I can't leave even before we find her," Frida growled, grasping

her arm as she wobbled to her feet.

"You're not saving anyone," Frank said, frowning. "Not when you can't even protect yourself."

Frida hung her head in embarrassment.

Her comrades were all dead, and she was almost killed herself.

On the other hand, Frank, Robert, and Bron were just three men, but they killed the Salazars' martial

elite without breaking a sweat.

It went without saying how much she dulled in comparison.

Still, she insisted, "At least let me come with you and see that Ms. Turnbull is unharmed."

"You can come along in that case," Frank said coolly. "But don't run off—I don't have the time to worry

about you."

With that, they started to head upstairs when the elevator doors suddenly opened on their own.

Frank headed straight toward it, but Robert stopped him. "Be careful, Mr. Lawrence. I think we should

take the stairs."

There was not much space in the elevator, and they would not be able to move if there was a trap.

Frank simply glanced at the camera in the elevator. "That's unnecessary."

With that, he entered the elevator, and Bron quickly followed suit.

Seeing that Frank was that confident, Robert had no choice but to follow.

Drakon was watching the camera footage from the top floor office and laughing when he saw Frank's

confidence. "Hahaha! I like people who think so highly of themselves... It's always so amusing when

that confidence of theirs gets crushed!"

Vicky was sitting on the couch nearby, a coffee placed on the table in front of her. She did not appear to

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be in any discomfort either, aside from the two burly men standing behind her.

She frowned as Drakon kept laughing nonetheless.

Ding.

The elevator jingled as the doors opened, and Frank, Bron, and Robert stepped out.

There were not many people around.

Drakon and Quinn were sitting behind the desk, while Viola stood nearby, her expression smug and not

fearing Frank at all this time.

Seeing Vicky, Frida quickly asked in concern, "Are you alright, Ms. Turnbull?"

Vicky nodded. "I'm fine."

She would not be making any false moves soon, however.

Drakon slowly rose to his feet just then, his eyes fixed on Frank. "So you must be the famous Frank

Lawrence?"

"Indeed." Frank remained impassive as he nodded.

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