The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Frida froze.

She was already moving as quietly as possible, but they noticed anyway?!

Still, she simply gave up on stealth as she shouted back, "You're the ones who kidnapped Ms. Turnbull first. Let her go, and we might let you leave."

Her response only prompted a mocking laughter. "Oh, what do we have here? An actual woman?! So Frank Lawrence couldn't make it?"

"Why bother bringing him? I'm plenty enough for the likes of you." Frida snorted in disdain.

"Haha! I guess Mr. Salazar's words fell on deaf ears... Now, die."

Frida frowned—it was not Drakon Salazar?!

However, she felt a burst of air shooting towards her even as the thought crossed her mind, and she leapt away.

She could feel the blade slicing a lock of her hair, even as she paled in shock—that was too fast!

she managed to dodge out of harm's way

blind after the parking lot lights were turned off... and were

"Argh!"

"Gurk—"

death ensued endlessly, and Frida whipped out her sword,

entirely, leaving the

Grover?!" Frida kept calling out her men's names, but there

Click.

quickly threw up her hand as

nearby, smiling darkly

all her men

the Turnbulls have such pretty face work as a bodyguard," the scrawny man

snapped as she leapt up, bringing her sword to bear and ready to avenge

she swung it, the sword swished deafeningly, tearing a gale through