The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

The woman then asked, "Do you have a name, kid?"

"It's Lugh Frankton," Frank replied. "I'm sure you've heard of Mystic Sky Guild, and yes, I'm the chief-so remember that well!"

Those words left the white figures shocked, as they were very familiar with that name.

Mystic Sky Guild was a mysterious outfit that crushed even a strong dynasty like the Costners, and their chief was standing right here before them!

He was said to be astoundingly powerful and ruthless, and they could certainly see that now!

And after learning Frank's identity, the woman was a lot more respectful. "But we have no conflicts of interest with you, sir!"

There was no helping it with Frank's sheer power pit against them, she had no choice but to hang her pride.

Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "Now that you mentioned conflicts of interest, my question is why did you do this at all? Have these people done something to offend you?"

"No." The woman shook her head. "Truth be told, we did it in anticipation of our enemy. We just didn't expect to run into you!

"We surrender, but we hope you'll hold true to your reputation—if you're willing to fight us for the sake of those civilians, you should be willing to stand against that villain too!"

Frank was at once interested. "A villain? Do tell!"

in the guise of enforcing justice! We must stop her, like you should as an ally of justice. If anything,

what's her

woman replied. "She's

her strength by bullying

you?

"We'll tell

amusement. "Don't tell me that you really think that my reputation

attitude-just don't disapp net

me

your reactions when

waved his hand, sending the white figures into a nearby bush while he stood silent in the middle of the road, waiting for

figures asked softly, "Is this really alright? The man is

let him die? You're kidding—not only is Mystic Sky Guild strong, but his looks

could leap in anytime Frank was going to

way, they were not letting Drea

their mind, a Lamborghini came bounding down the road, the thunderous rumble of its engine drawing everyone's

road, the Lamborghini power slid into a

bad, kid! You really don't

a woman just short of six feet strode