The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1771



For some reason, Johnny stood spacing out for a long while after Madfist entered Huub's coastal mansion.

Also, for some reason, he then followed Madfist inside, either to judge or as a spectator to see if Madfist and the youth named Frank Lawrence had what it took to bring down Droitner Inc.

For his part, Madfist was not concerned.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Even as he entered the mansion, the old man was still grinning broadly-it was a ruse, so that the mansion's security guards would lower their guard. And the instant they did, Madfist would move, swift as lightning and killing with a single strike.

Even as the security guards died without knowing what had hit them, Madfist continued to strut, heading right into Huub's study and finding the button under his desk.

Beep.

The bookshelf behind Madfist opened with a jingle, revealing a staircase leading to the basement.

His eyes turned sharp right then, as he sensed the presence of several martial elites.

It was clear that Droitner Inc. really had what it took to establish themselves in Bralog's underbelly.

However, Madfist was not at all concerned-no one could stop him as long as he was not up against the grandmasters in the top sects.

Pausing, he quietly told Johnny who stood behind him, "You don't have to come along for this. There's going to be a bloodbath, and you'd get caught in it if you follow."

And with those words, Madfish slowly walked downstairs, his hands clasped behind his back.

On the other hand, Johnny stood at the study, hesitating for a moment but ultimately waiting outside the study instead of following the old man.

His head was blank and he was unsure what he was doing, but his instincts were simply telling him to stay.

It was perhaps curiosity or perhaps what Madfist did that invoked his earnest envy.

"Is he a martial elite Rocky spoke of?" he muttered to himself blankly. "If only I could be one too..."

Frank was not idling while Madfist attacked the coastal mansion alone.

He had blended in the crowd at the

exhibit hall while tailing Huub, who was introducing a certain painting to

a group of foreign businesspeople

"Everyone, this painting is the personal work of a celebrated artist from the middle ages. I know that most of you wouldn't know much about Draconia's history, but what if I told you that it was once sold for 1.5 billion dollars?"

"1.5 billion?!"

While the foreign businesspeople gasped in shock, Frank studied the painting Huub was referring too, his eyes narrowing into a sneer.

He had already seen it earlier-it was a fake.

"Everyone..."

Huub continued to tempt the foreign businesspeople eloquently. "I can understand that the artist might be obscure to you, but if you take a look here..."

Looking where Huub pointed, the foreign businesspersons soon saw a seal of approval belonging to Tet Boran in a corner.

Even they had heard of Tet, despite

the man's actual profession not being an appraiser. Moreover, Tet was the close friend of a foreign businessman, who in turn had Jet's assurance that any antique he approved of would not be a fake.

That was why the foreign businessman went on a shopping spree of any treasures Tet approved off and resold them abroad. Seeing the billions he quickly earned, many of his colleagues became jealous.

As many yearned to know his secret, the businessman drunkenly let slip at a ball that Tet's approval on any antique would basically make it incredibly

valuable.