The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Whatever the case might be, Frank had just saved Massam's life. What would people think of her if she still held a grudge?

"You don't want to owe me, do you?"

Frank suddenly asked. "Don't worry, you owe me nothing. Everyone would just say that I'm horsing around too much, so they won't mock you.

"Moreover, you carry the reputation of Princely Sword School on your shoulders. How could you allow shame to overcome your pride?"

Frank's words set ablaze Massam's competitiveness.

It was true-she could definitely set her pride aside for the sake of Princely Sword School. She laughed. "Well, you asked for it, brat. This isn't my fault!"

And with those words, she launched two sword beams from her fingers, and Frank smirked as he dodged to the side.

Amusingly, Frank held back as much as he could while he retaliated, ensuring that he did not send everything he had.noveldrama

Even so, Massam could not do much against his attacks and lasted only ten blows before feeling overwhelmed.

Knowing that she would lose in another handful of blows at her level, she said, "I'm going all out now. Don't blame me for what's going to happen now!"

Frank laughed coolly. "Come at me all you want. A gentleman never bickers with a lady."

Massam absolutely loathed anyone who held back because she was a woman.

Furious, she launched two sword beams at Frank.

Frank dodged both, but Massam closed in relentlessly.

Seeing that her attacks did not have an effect on Frank, she started drawing hieroglyphs between her eyes, ready to burn her vigor to project another blood sword.

However, she suddenly paused at the last moment.

Naturally, the apprentices of Princely Sword School were absolutely frustrated, seeing that she had the advantage and stopped at the very last moment.

"What's wrong?! You usually never hold back-why are you stopping?!" "Wait, did you fall in love?!"

Massam ignored them, however, as she was holding Frank's gaze.

The man was sneering and not moving, clearly aware why she had stopped too.

She sighed in exasperation. "Did you think that I'd win if I used the blood sword? That's just wishful thinking! He can nullify my blood sword even without the help of his power, or haven't you seen his physicab techniques?

"Also, Father warned me never to overestimate myself and always keep a bearing

on reality-to know who to fight and who to respect.

"Obviously, the pretty boy is a person

we should respect. Hell, we could all die for it, but the glory of Princely Sword School is already gone. In that case, why should I push myself that far?"

Her words left the apprentices of Princely Sword School silent, as if yanking them out of the dream.

Come to think of it, Frank did demonstrate that he had the power to nullify Massam's blood sword.

That meant he was not just lucky enough to gain the power of the spiritron vein, but he was also just that strong, a merit for which he was chosen.

Meanwhile, Massam sighed. "Thinking about it, I do envy people like you, having both the strength and the virtue to stand above the rest. I'm truly ashamed."

Frank ignored her and vaulted back inside his hotel room, asking Myra, "So what's your opinion on those morons?"

Myra, smart as ever, quickly read Frank's intention and nodded. "They're alright. They were dutiful during our partnership and worked to eliminate villainous characters."

Frank nodded. "And what would your family think if I took Princely Sword School under my wing?"

Myra smiled. That's your business. The Zahn family can't meddle with whatever pleases you. I personally wouldn't suggest wiping them out either our disagreements can be easily overcome, and it's always ideal to put aside grudges.