The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Speed is the one unbreakable law of martial arts, and someone quicker than the naked eye would never lose.

To think that the man who seemed to have nothing going for him aside from his looks was this powerful!

Frank chuckled and turned to the biker. "You should leave. It's not a pretty sight when blood starts spilling."

The biker was quite compliant from the start and turned to run. "Thank you for saving me. May we meet again!"

On the other hand, Frank leapt over the railing and dropped to a squat in front of the white-haired youth. "Go on, tell me why you introduced Drunken Moon to someone else."

The white-haired youth was taken aback but soon said, "So you're the brat who's not to be underestimated? That's why your fellow martial artists think so highly of you."

"I appreciate their flattery, but I'm afraid I might fall short." Frank chuckled coolly. "And you could stop fawning over me and answer my question."

The white-haired youth's eyes widened. "Who do you think I am?"

Frank sat on the ground, crossing his legs. "You look like the standard pampered rich kid, and not one who would put your life on the line.

"However, I'm sure that's just a cover. While you appear to be hedonistic, you don't fear death when it matters!

"To be honest, out of all those I've met, you're something special. A man who doesn't fear death would always earn respect anywhere they went, so it's a shame you've gone astray."

The white-haired youth snorted in annoyance. "I can take whichever path I like. It's not up to people like you to tell me what to do."

"Sure, I'm not going to win against you in ability—it's an insurmountable gap, even. But I don't agree with your opinion-take me to Drunken Moon, and you'll understand everything."

Frank knew all too well that even torture would not break the white-haired youth.

And with Frank himself around, he could subdue the white-haired youth if he strayed out of line while meeting Drunken Moon.

Hence, he simply agreed to it, lifting the youth in the air with one hand and soon returning to the homestay cottage.

As he flung the white-haired youth in front of Drunken Moon, she recognized him right away. "You?!"

Frank asked. "What's the connection here?"

Drunken Moon sighed. "Connection, you ask? Hostility! He was visiting Mount Statera a while ago and took a liking to me when he inadvertently saw my face.

"He wooed me and threw money at me, but you know that I won't be interested. So I made it very clear that I was rejecting him, since I didn't want to waste his time."

The white-haired youth simply laughed icily at her words. "Now you're just belittling me. You're not going to let me flop around for you when I'm so rich?"

Frank smiled in wry amusement.

So after all that, this was what was going on?

"Kid, no one would stop you from wooing a tady." He chuckled. "But her rejection was clear and unambiguous, so quit bothering her. A gentleman must never lose his manners!"

"What's it to you?"

The white haired youth gritted his teeth spitefully, glaring at Drunken Moon fixedly. "It's a shame that the people I called were that weak, or would already be dead."

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Frank was even more exasperated at that. "Sour grapes much? But

that's a rich kid's temper for yoonet

So

the question is, what's on your mind, now that you missed out?"

The white-haired youth hung his head in silence.noveldrama

One might even say that he felt so immensely dejected that he could not speak.

There was no helping it—who could have known Drunken Moon had someone as powerful as Frank on her side?