The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank took a cab to Turnbull Villa right away, where Vicky and Walter were present, along with a beautiful woman and a burly man who looked like a bodyguard.

Walter was the first to greet Frank. “Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.”

“Mr. Turnbull.” Frank nodded.

On the other hand, Vicky stayed seated beside the woman, appearing tame and disciplined.

Just then, the woman asked, “You’re Frank Lawrence?”

There was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Frank frowned slightly but replied. “And you are…?”

Before Vicky could speak, the woman introduced herself. “Susan Redford. I’m Vicky’s mother.”

“So you are Mrs. Turnbull. Pleasure to meet you,” Frank nodded, surprised that Vicky’s mother carried such a presence.

So one could tell that she was an heiress herself, though strategic marriages were probably normal for dynasties like the Turnbulls.

Susan was studying Frank in turn. “My daughter told me you’re extraordinary in medicine and martial arts?”

“My knowledge is superficial. I hardly hold my own,” Frank replied humbly.

“You’re not giving yourself due credit. I just happen to have a martial elite with me, so why don’t you spar with him?”

At Susan’s words, the burly man behind strode up to Frank immediately, not even hiding the contempt in his eyes.

Vicky sprang to her feet right then. “That’s out of line. Frank saved me–is this how you treat him?”

Walter also reasoned, “That’s right. Cliff Dixon is pawnarch–tier. This is basically bullying!”

Frank smiled too. “I’m just here to get the wonderroot. I’d rather not fight.”

Nonetheless, Susan picked up the velvet box on the table and brandished it at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence–our word is golden, and you’ll have the wonderroot no matter the outcome. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank shrugged. “You mean I’m not taking it away unless I fight?”

Susan nodded with a smile.

Beside her, Cliff said, “I can fight you with one hand if you’re scared, kid.”

Frank simply kept quiet, so Cliff added, “Fine. If you survive three hits from me, it’s your win.”

Even so, Vicky kept reasoning, “Mom, Frank and I are just friends. Please don’t harass him.”

“Silence. This is none of your business,” Susan snapped, her tone clearly permitting no refusal.

Right then, Cliff barked, “I’ll consider you accept it since you still won’t talk!”

With those words, he lunged at Frank, his hands outstretched, ready to catch Frank’s shoulder, when Frank moved his feet, leaping backward.

Cliff continued unleashing his technique with deadly force, but Frank simply dodged, refusing to fight.

“Is running all you can do, kid?!” Cliff bellowed, but Frank remained silent.

It only spurred Cliff to get more violent with him, and Frank was soon cornered against the wall. Seizing his chance, Cliff launched a fist right at Frank’s face!

With nowhere to dodge, Frank swung his palm, brushing against his collar and knocking off the button!

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