The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"And anyone who enters by mistake would die by their hands for nothing."

Frank smirked since they were such a bunch of cutthroats, then he had no reason to hold back!

In the mansion were twentyish men and women of different age groups, chatting while snacking.

"That geezer's so paranoid that he had to apologize to some nobody!"

Tatum was seething and clearly trying to goad the others into helping him get revenge. "I mean, it's no skin off the geezer's back, but our reputation is being dragged through the mud!"

"You're kidding." A lady in a black dress and thigh highs giggled scornfully. "You may say he's a nobody, but he at least beats you at your specialty! And you know that everyone's saying he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein."

Tatum tried to argue, but he could not because the lady in black was right-he lacked skill and had no right to diss Frank.

"Doesn't matter," a geezer with a cane barked as he sat in a corner, clearly defending Tatum. "No one gets to strut on our turf, and so what if he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein? He allegedly couldn't even wield it. Even if we won't win in a single duel, we definitely can if we attack together."

Tatum was at once grateful, laughing. "See? That's why old Aran deserves respect! Anyone would fall short if they kept comparing themselves to others!"noveldrama

Everyone laughed. "Keep yapping. See if we'll help you later."

Tatum chuckled. "No way! Brothers, sisters... surely you won't hold such a petty grudge against little old me. I know you'd definitely restore my honor!"

"Restore your honor?" someone suddenly asked. "Who, your friends here?"

Everyone did a double take and turned to find that someone had appeared by the stairs without them knowing.

Even without a necktie, his gray shirt and tailored suit fully accentuated his perfect figure, with the lines of his muscular form almost visible. And with his chiseled cheeks and piercing gaze, he certainly carried the air of a king.

Nheless, none of Hector's rogues had the time to appreciate Frank's beauty and were puzzled instead. "W-When did you get in here?!"

They were all one-in-a-million martial artists-why did they not hear him come in?!

On top of that, he seemed to appear out of thin air and under broad daylight at that. There was more possibility of the sun rising from the west than that happening!

"That isn't what you should be worried about. It's time to think about how you're going to run." Frank chuckled.

"Run?!"

Everyone laughed in turn. "So what if you're good at wielding a polearm?! Sure, we might not win in a one-on-one, but what can you do if we gang up on you?"

Frank shrugged. "Then you're all going to die!"

Everyone laughed even louder, with

the lady in black rising to her feet "Listen here! Don't hurt a hair on that man want him as my slave! You don't get a tough guy with such a pretty face these days."

Everyone laughed again and moved to encircle Frank.

Tatum smirked at Frank then. "We're not bullying you here, kid, but fighting isn't about that one-on-one, and we're no gentlemen. History is written by the victors, and we really don't mind ganging up on youras long as we can beat you up

Frank nodded. "You're right about history... but knowing that doesn't help you!"

As soon as he finished, he leapt up toward the middle-aged man before him. Seizing him by the throat, he threw him like a bowling ball, knocking down six others!

Seeing that, the others knew they had to be careful.

However, even as they ran at Frank

from every direction, he agilely

dodged their vicious strikes white quickly finding each of their

openings to dispatch them instantly!