The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Just do as I say!" Frank snapped and hung up.

The more normal something appeared these days, the more fishy it was, and Frank refused to gamble!

The next day, Frank headed to the address Vicky provided, which was for a mansion in the suburbs. The surrounding area was quite dilapidated, and the mansion itself clearly had not been used for a while.

As Frank strode into the drawing room, he found a youth seated on the couch, sipping tea.

Everything he wore was from cheap brands, and he wore a pair of loafers.

With his myriad-colored dyed hair, he really looked no different from a street thug!

There were other boys who looked much the same with them too, all of them leering at Frank in amusement.

Mystic Sky Guild-formerly known as the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department—had tracked them here, sensing that they meant to do harm.

They were encircling Uriah Zangi and his boys, and Fran-the team leader-hurried to Frank when he arrived. "Chief, those men slipped into Ms. Turnbull's house without us knowing and refused to leave, but they otherwise did nothing. That's why we didn't do anything reckless right away... but what should we do with them now that you're here?"

Frank held up a hand, gesturing for Bill Noran to stay put-if Uriah's group was not attacking, he could talk to them for now.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lawrence! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Uriah Zangi!"

"Do we know each other?" Frank asked.

"No

way. I'm but a humble man of little fame."

Uriah shrugged as he rose to his feet. "So, anyway! I'm here to deliver a message to you: Die right now, or you will be made to pay dearly!"

The Mystic Sky Group members were laughing themselves silly right then.

"Are you kidding?" Bill snorted in turn. "Everyone who's ever threatened our chief is resting in pieces already, y'know?" Nheless, he stopped with a look from Frank, who calmly stared at Uriah as he asked icily, "What if I refuse?"

"Then we'd just have to assist you!" Uriah suddenly snapped, and his thug friends all strode a step forward.

The Mystic Sky Group members were left laughing again, and they could not be blamed.

"Are you for real?" Even Bill was

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chuckling. "Did you watch too much anime? Take a good look at a mirror-you think you can take our chief with that getup?"

The Mystic Sky Group members could not be blamed for presuming

that they were not martial elites right away and considering the threat

from Uriah's group laughable

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Nheless, Uriah returned to his seat, but even as he crossed his legs, he suddenly projected a very powerful pressure into the room.

At the same time, he spoke, "Mr. Lawrence is good-he even easily defeated the martial elite we sent toNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

clean up a loose end-but you

should also know that there's anot

someone better. And Mr. Lawrence is far from peerless!"

Frank blinked and came up with a plan right then.

"All of you-out," he said calmly to the Mystic Sky Group members.

"Come on, chief! We'd like to see how you put them in their place!"

Bill and the others were clearly reluctant, however.

"Out!" Frank bellowed furiously right then.

This time, no one argued, and they promptly left.

Uriah was smiling in turn, and he gestured invitingly.

As Frank sat down beside Uriah, he chuckled. "Sorry, kids, but your luck ran out when you ran into us!"

"I could say the same about you!" Uriah said as he shared a smile with Frank.

That was when a curved dagger suddenly appeared in Uriah's hand.

While Frank sprang to his feet in evasion, countless more streaked toward him through the air.

Even as Frank dodged everything like a phantom, he was shocked that the seemingly unassuming hoodlums were actually this good. Anyone else in his place would not have been able to dodge that!