The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1776



"Useless fuckers!" Huub growled through his teeth and turned toward Renard Zitch, one of his goons who was standing nearby. Renard, one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, was a powerful martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank.

In fact, Huub's heart would bleed at the amount of money he paid Renard every year, though he was also his confidante and the man he most relied

on.

As such, it pleased Huub that not only was Renard so strong that he was peerless among martial artists, but he was also fiercely loyal, removing all who stood in his way.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

And Frank would be no exception now.

Noticing Huub's look, Renard nodded, his visage cold as he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Frank.

Meanwhile, Frank was holding the endlessly confident bodyguard squad leader by the neck.

Naturally, the crowd who had yet to disperse looked on in terror.

It had not been four minutes since Frank leapt into action against Droitner Inc.'s elite bodyguards, and the bodyguard squad leader was his last opponent.

It was especially shocking to see that Frank had not only left the bodyguards floored, but he was throwing them to destroy almost every artifact on display in the exhibition hall.

All that was left now were some clay pots and vases.

While the foreign businesspeople could hear their hearts breaking, Huub's eyes narrowed dangerously.

After all, each item that Frank destroyed were replicas.

How could he have known?!

Thud.

Even as Huub felt a foreboding sensation, Frank dropped the unconscious bodyguard squad leader on the floor and turned toward Renard.

While Renard slowly advanced on Frank, Frank frowned, as he could see Renard's level right away.

He was surprised Huub could get himself a martial elite halfway through the Ascendant rank.

But so what if he did? Frank's own abilities were now indefinite, especially after he had absorbed a single petal's worth of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom essence.

In fact, Frank felt like he was bloated

from inside out, and that made the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom-this was a herb that could elevate one up to the O

Transcendent rank.

Even if Frank mostly used it to heal himself, the lingering essence was still enough for Frank to refine his pure vigor.

As such, he felt no pressure despite being up against a martial elite of Renard's caliber.

If anything, he was puzzled-was this it?

Was that the strength of pure vigor of a martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank?

Frank's cultivation was almost peak Ascendant rank before he absorbed the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, but he was not so sure now.

All he knew was that while Renard was much stronger than the bodyguards earlier, Renard was still really nothing to him.

On the other hand, Renard was frowning at Frank, surprised he could not read Frank at all.

It was why he was being prudent and did not attack Frank, as uncertainty was always the source of fear.

Naturally, Renard doubted that Frank

was some average Joe who had no training, but at the same time, he did not really believe that Frank's pure vigor was far above his, to the point that he could not feel it. Content

And seeing that Frank was clearly in his twenties, his brow creased under his graying hair.

Could Frank have learned some

technique that sealed his meridians and hid his presence in the face of a

stronger opponent, so that they

could

not read the true depths of his

power?