The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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However, just before Bron dealt the fatal stroke, Trisha moved, unleashing her whip at Bron like a

lashing serpent.

Bron had to parry it with his blade, and Taran promptly seized the opening to strike, his face contorting

savagely as he bellowed, "You bastard! We were cultivating divine teachings—it's the likes of you who

slandered us and got us kicked out of our own homes! Infidels like you should die!"

"Imbecile," Bron swore under his breath at the sight of Taran's madness and dropped his blade as he

leapt backward.

However, Nihill siblings kept pressing the attack, and Brown was now at a further disadvantage after

dropping his blade.

Soon, they landed a kick on his chest and sent him flying.

Taran snorted in disdain. "Hmph. Is that all you got? And you dared challenge us?"

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Bron's face flushed, his insides churning.

He was certainly no match with those two put together, just as he did not expect the Salazars to have

that many martial elites in their service.

He could not help feeling guilty again... it seemed that he would have trouble avenging his son.

Even Vicky had presumed that Frank would easily bail her out after bringing Robert and Bron with him,

only for things to turn out like this.

In her mind, Frank was not going to win—not with the Nihill siblings and Drakon himself!

"Haha!" Drakon laughed out loud just then. "It seems your backup isn't much help here, Frank!"

Frank retorted coolly, "They're not backup. They're my friends."

He looked around again.

In the office, only Drakon and the Nihill siblings qualified as martial elites.

Once they were dealt with, Vicky would be safe.

Drakon could not care less about what Frank said, however. "I'm giving you a chance to save Vicky

right now, Frank. Get down on your knees and apologize to my sister—if she forgives you, I'd even let

you live."

Frank wheeled on Viola, who was already smiling gleefully.

"Kneel to her? Really?" He snorted.

"You're already dead, Frank!" Viola gloated, already presuming that she had won and therefore

snapping at Frank without a care. "Still trying to talk tough?! You're not more than a dreg of society—

did you think yourself invincible just because you know a little kicking and punching?!"

Drakon growled coolly as well, "I'll make you kneel if you keep refusing."

"Hehe." Frank chuckled in disdain. "No one except my mentor gets that privilege."

Drakon gestured at the Nihill siblings right then, and they both leapt toward Frank from each side, their

daggers outstretched!

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"Frank!" Vicky cried out in shock.

But at the very next instant, Frank sent Taran flying with a punch to the chest!

"Brother!" Trisha cried out and flung her whip, coiling it around Frank's arms and restraining him right

then!

Taran could feel his chest burning in agony but he fought through the pain, his fingers clenching around

his dagger as he leapt at Frank again.

Frank's wrist, however, was unscathed despite being struck.

His brow furrowing, he quietly charged the Five-Peat Archaeus.

Pure vigor swirled within his meridians before being released in a violent burst while he bellowed

thunderously, "Stay down!"

The whip around his wrist shattered, and Taran was sent flying again from the unfurling shockwave!

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