The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Pax exclaimed, "It seems like we've really met a real match this time! But that's fine-no matter how strong he is, he won't be defying science and logic and punching through that wall." Feeling triumphant, he beckoned for his goons to book a place for them to celebrate.

However, he seemed unaware that breaking open the champagne during half-time was a taboo in any sporting event.

In fact, Frank was meditating because he had found a way through.

As the enclosed space turned dead silent, Frank could hear sounds that should have been undetectable to a human's senses.

They were below ground, so even the alloyed wall would expand or contract due to the temperatures around it. It just did not groan audibly like rebars would, and an ordinary human would not hear it. And Frank was no ordinary human.

As he listened attentively to those sounds, he quickly realized this place was not impregnable.

Like a glass window, Frank just tried hard to find the weakest point, pour his energy into it, and send it crumbling.

in mind, Frank moved to the

crumbled right away, revealing a seemingly normal alloy plate that was actually struggling to stay

thought he's better than the others! He's really no different, losing himself in meditation just

feeling that Frank still had a way out of this-and the look on his face

clearly ready to die as she groaned, "Don't push yourself, Mr. Frankton. It's really over for us now... And the way I

control room traded glances before

Ingram family! Even if they could not have a taste, looking would still be highly satisfying. Some had even whipped out their phones, ready to record a

two girlfriends were no better, as they could see that Frank's looks were above the rest. It was thrilling that they would get something out of this

toward Alda and pointed at her hairpin. "What is that made

gold," Alda replied as she

trying to poke a hole into the hall with this, are you? Pure gold is relatively

snap, but energy would just dissipate instead

an idea what Frank was up to, and focusing on a shatterpoint was indeed a solution. However, the hairpin was not a hammer-forget a wall, it would not even break tempered glass. "You're right." Frank shrugged. "But don't forget

shirt and wrapped it around his