The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 2251

"And anyone who enters by mistake would die by their hands for nothing."

Frank smirked since they were such a bunch of cutthroats, then he had no reason to hold back!

In the mansion were twentyish men and women of different age groups, chatting while snacking.

"That geezer's so paranoid that he had to apologize to some nobody!"

Tatum was seething and clearly trying to goad the others into helping him get revenge. "I mean, it's no skin off the geezer's back, but our reputation is being dragged through the mud!"

"You're kidding." A lady in a black dress and thigh highs giggled scornfully. "You may say he's a nobody, but he at least beats you at your specialty! And you know that everyone's saying he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein."

Tatum tried to argue, but he could not because the lady in black was right-he lacked skill and had no right to diss Frank.

"Doesn't matter," a geezer with a cane barked as he sat in a corner, clearly defending Tatum. "No one gets to strut on our turf, and so what if he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein? He allegedly couldn't even wield it. Even if we won't win in a single duel, we definitely can if we attack together."

Aran deserves respect! Anyone would fall short if they kept comparing themselves to

"Keep yapping. See

petty grudge

honor?" someone suddenly asked. "Who, your

a double take and turned to find that someone had appeared by the stairs without them

without a necktie, his gray shirt and tailored suit fully accentuated his perfect figure, with the lines of his muscular form almost visible. And with his chiseled cheeks and piercing gaze, he certainly carried the air of a king. Nonetheless, none

one-in-a-million martial artists-why did they not

air and under broad daylight at that. There was more possibility of the sun rising from the west than that

what you should be worried about. It's time to think about how you're going to run." Frank

"Run?!"

"So what if you're good at wielding a polearm?! Sure, we might not win in a one-on-one, but what can you do if we

laughed even louder,

rising to her feet "Listen here! Don't hurt a hair on that

get a tough guy with such a pretty face

and moved

"We're not bullying you here, kid, but fighting isn't about that one-on-one, and we're no gentlemen. History is