The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Robert reasoned, “I understand how you feel, Mr. Howard, but it’s a greater crime to be exploited. Moreover, I can vouch for Mr. Lawrence’s character even if we were only recently acquainted. He would never desecrate another man’s body.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Each of Frank’s blows had the potential to be lethal.

And as Bron put it, Troy’s head was stomped into pieces.

There was no way Frank would kill Troy, and then step on his head!

Robert’s words actually calmed Bron somewhat as well, but he doubted that Frank was completely innocent.

Before he could say anything, however, Robert told him, “Just leave this to me–I’ll ask Mr. Lawrence myself. You deserve a satisfying conclusion, at least.”

With that, he walked up to Frank with a solemn expression and asked, “Be honest with me, Mr. Lawrence. Did you or did you not murder Troy Howard?”

Frank actually did not care for an idiot like Bron, but he was not about to take the blame for someone else’s mess.

Knowing he had most definitely been framed, he shook his head. “I only kicked him once, and the kick was not strong enough to kill.”

Robert appeared pensive. “Maybe you misjudged your strength?”

Frank glanced at him. “I know my strength best. He would be left in two pieces if I wanted him dead.”

Robert nodded repeatedly, actually picking up on the hint of impatience in Frank’s voice.

Returning to Bron, he said, “I’m sure of it, Mr. Howard. Frank Lawrence did not kill your son.”

Bron looked at him in disbelief. “I understand you want to protect him, governor, but don’t you think you’re belittling me?”

He might merely be the leader of a sect, but if he called his sect to war in full force, they could definitely hold their own!

“My claims aren’t baseless, Mr. Howard,” Robert quickly explained. “I’m sure you had an idea when you

traded blows with Mr. Lawrence just now. His power goes without saying–he can kill your son with a single blow, and it’s completely unnecessary for him to desecrate him. In fact, he has even less reason to do it because he’s after the Salazars… not to mention that the Salazars started this fight in the first place.”

Bron glared fixedly at Frank, but there was no question about it.

He had felt it himself–if Frank really wanted him dead, he needed no more than a few blows.

As for his son Troy? Less than two.

Sighing, he asked, “What are you getting at, governor?”

“If you trust me, Mr. Howard, allow me to investigate this matter,” Robert quickly said. “I promise that you’ll have your answer.”

22

Bron stared at Robert–the man was one of Riverton’s giants, and Bron was at ease with leaving the investigation to him.

Moreover, he did not stand a chance against Frank since he was alone.

“In that case, I shall grant this leeway,” Bron said. “I’m counting on you to find out the truth for my son’s sake.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Howard. I’ll definitely get to the bottom of this,” Robert replied.

And with that, Bron turned and strode off.

However, he coughed out a mouth of blood as soon as he left Skywater Bay.

He had to tap his chest’s acupoints to stop the bleeding.

“Fuck… Who the hell is that bastard? Why is he that powerful?” he muttered under his breath.

If anything, he had no time to investigate anything–he must return to his sect as soon as possible to heal!

On the other hand, Robert breathed a long sigh of relief after watching Bron leave. “Are you alright, Mr. Lawrence?”

“I’m fine,” Frank replied. “He’s not strong enough to hurt me.”

Robert was stunned–the chief of an entire sect was no match for Frank?

Could the boy’s abilities be truly boundless?

Changing the subject, he asked, “Mr. Lawrence, it’s clear the Salazars want you dead now. What are you going to do?”