The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Donald quickly added, “I’m sure you’d definitely have that little rat if you went yourself.”

Bron nodded and slowly rose to his feet. “I want everything you have on him, down to the last detail.

Donald promptly had Jaud bring the file they had on Frank

It claimed that Frank was parentless and grew up in an orphanage before marrying into the Lane family three years ago….

Bron flipped through the short stack, finding nothing of note over the years. “This isn’t right. With those abilities, he’s not your average Joe”

Donald nodded in agreement. “I think so too. Someone must have erased something”

“Hiph.” Bron snorted. “I don’t care who he is he killed my son, and I will have them rest in pieces.”

As he spoke, his eyes swept toward Donald and Jaud, sending a chill down Donald’s spine.

Bron asked just then, “What about the Lanes?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Howard,” Donald quickly said. “That bitch Helen Lane caused this whole mess. We have every reason to press the issue.”

Bron nodded and left Salazar Villa without a word.

Meanwhile, Frank had no idea he was being targeted by Bron

He left the hospital and drove to Skywater Bay after asking Trevor to post some men at the hospital. That would at least ensure Helen’s safety for the time being

However, he sensed the presence of another person once he stopped through the front door.

He slowly turned on the lights to find a muscular man with a square jaw on the couch.

Just a glance into each other’s eyes told them that the other was no pushover.

“You’re sharp. It seems that my apprentices‘ defeat wasn’t unwarranted,” Bron growled, there to avenge his son.

“So, you’re from South Alp Sect?” Frank asked in return.

“Yes. I am the chief, Bron Howard.”

“And Troy Howard’s your son?”

Bron rose to his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. “Then you know why I’ve come. Should I do it for you, or are you going to do it yourself?”

He could see that Frank could hold his own but still thought nothing of him because he was young.

“Hah!” Frank chuckled in contempt. “If there’s a person who could kill me, they certainly aren’t born yet. And here you are, a lowly sect chief, having the balls to demand I end myself?”

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“Young and ignorant, huh? It seems you’re going to be a problem if you’re left at large!” Bron bellowed. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He stomped his foot violently, clearing the distance to Frank instantly and murderously. In a split second, he unleashed South Alp Sect’s esoteric technique, the Cloudseeker! His palm moved with the grace of clouds, kicking gales around him.

Frank kept his hands in his pocket, his footwork changing endless as he dodged every blow. He was unfamiliar with South Alp Scet’s style and refrained from attacking.

Even as the fight moved outside, Bron continued to pulverize everything his palm reached as they exchanged dozens of blows.

By then, Frank had already gained a full grasp of Bron’s technique, while Bron was snapping in frustration, “You bastard! Is dodging all you can do?!”

To make things worse, Frank had to move with such dexterity that he could not get the faintest grasp of Frank’s footwork!

“If Lattacked, you’d already be dead,” Frank said icily, his eyes suddenly flashing viciously as he directed the flow of his pure vigor!

Donald quickly added, “I’m sure you’d definitely have that little rat if you went yourself.”

Bron nodded and slowly rose to his feet. “I want everything you have on him, down to the last detail.

Donald promptly had Jaud bring the file they had on Frank

It claimed that Frank was parentless and grew up in an orphanage before marrying into the Lane family three years ago….

Bron flipped through the short stack, finding nothing of note over the years. “This isn’t right. With those abilities, he’s not your average Joe”

Donald nodded in agreement. “I think so too. Someone must have erased something”

“Hiph.” Bron snorted. “I don’t care who he is he killed my son, and I will have them rest in pieces.”

As he spoke, his eyes swept toward Donald and Jaud, sending a chill down Donald’s spine.

Bron asked just then, “What about the Lanes?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Howard,” Donald quickly said. “That bitch Helen Lane caused this whole mess. We have every reason to press the issue.”

Bron nodded and left Salazar Villa without a word.

Meanwhile, Frank had no idea he was being targeted by Bron

He left the hospital and drove to Skywater Bay after asking Trevor to post some men at the hospital. That would at least ensure Helen’s safety for the time being

However, he sensed the presence of another person once he stopped through the front door.

He slowly turned on the lights to find a muscular man with a square jaw on the couch.

Just a glance into each other’s eyes told them that the other was no pushover.

“You’re sharp. It seems that my apprentices‘ defeat wasn’t unwarranted,” Bron growled, there to avenge his son.

“So, you’re from South Alp Sect?” Frank asked in return.

“Yes. I am the chief, Bron Howard.”

“And Troy Howard’s your son?”

Bron rose to his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. “Then you know why I’ve come. Should I do it for you, or are you going to do it yourself?”

He could see that Frank could hold his own but still thought nothing of him because he was young.

“Hah!” Frank chuckled in contempt. “If there’s a person who could kill me, they certainly aren’t born yet. And here you are, a lowly sect chief, having the balls to demand I end myself?”

22

“Young and ignorant, huh? It seems you’re going to be a problem if you’re left at large!” Bron bellowed.

He stomped his foot violently, clearing the distance to Frank instantly and murderously. In a split second, he unleashed South Alp Sect’s esoteric technique, the Cloudseeker! His palm moved with the grace of clouds, kicking gales around him.

Frank kept his hands in his pocket, his footwork changing endless as he dodged every blow. He was unfamiliar with South Alp Scet’s style and refrained from attacking.

Even as the fight moved outside, Bron continued to pulverize everything his palm reached as they exchanged dozens of blows.

By then, Frank had already gained a full grasp of Bron’s technique, while Bron was snapping in frustration, “You bastard! Is dodging all you can do?!”

To make things worse, Frank had to move with such dexterity that he could not get the faintest grasp of Frank’s footwork!

“If Lattacked, you’d already be dead,” Frank said icily, his eyes suddenly flashing viciously as he directed the flow of his pure vigor!