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!

out of harm's

and they were blind after the parking lot lights were turned off... and were massacred in no

"Argh!"

"Gurk—"

whipped out her sword, flailing around

faded entirely,

Frida kept calling out her men's names, but

Click.

lights of the car park returned, and Frida quickly threw up her hand as she adjusted

smiling

men dead, lying in pools of their own

such pretty face work as a bodyguard," the scrawny man chuckled coolly. "What a waste it would be to kill

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

it, the sword swished deafeningly, tearing a