The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

A man in a long coat strode in, the sharpness in his eyes so piercing it could well be actual blades.

He had long black hair with a streak of white on his bangs that parted in the middle. Standing tall at 1.9 meters, he was burly and fleshed out where he should, making it obvious that he was a formidable martial artist.

"You have to help Mr. Graves! Frank Lawrence is going to kill him!" Wilbur was still crying out anxiously.

"Cam down." Titus shot Wilbur a look of assurance, while he strode pompously to stand just beneath the stage, smiling faintly at Frank on top. "So, you're Frank Lawrence? I've heard you saying outside that you don't fear me?"

His tone was calm, but the dark aura spilling out of his eyes struck Burt so hard he stumbled a few steps backward.

Burt paled in shock as he came to a realization. "He completed Birthright! S-So that's the might of Titus Lionheart?!"

Even Helen's fingers were clenching on Frank's clothes even as she cowered in his arms.

forward to meet Titus' glare. "Why

a full ten seconds before Titus chuckled. "Heh... I expected nothing less of you, Mr. Lawrence. Your strength

and did not seem to have the haughty temper of rich kids like Chaz or

yet, boundless danger lurked beneath his calmness—if caught off guard like Burt, he

you had to poke your nose all the way into Riverton, taking in a bunch of despicable mooks under your wing. But I guess you're no different, since that's what

"What." Chaz was dumbstruck.

him, with boundless poor and endlessly influential

remained so impudent, even

shocked for a moment by

fine—a man like

the fighting started, Frank would