The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Grr..."

Frank was so furious that he could kill Chet right then.

Still, he soon calmed down, and flicked his fingers, launching an invisible burst of pure vigor into Jaden's body.

As he strode off, he growled coldly, "Your son won't wake up before I return, and you will all die with Silverbell if anything happens to her! You hear me?!"

Chet flinched right then-even if he thought nothing of Frank before, he felt Frank's threat now in his very bones.

After all, Frank excelled in both martial arts and medicine despite being young. He was definitely supported by some hidden faction in Draconia, and not just a modest company like Lanecorp! And they had to be a force to be reckoned with!

Even as Chet watched Frank leave, many thoughts crossed his mind all at once.

He could cry right then, even if he were the head of the Favoni family.

He ended up on the wrong side of Hundred Bane Sect for the sake of saving his son, and then Abel got hurt when they brought him in to help.

And in the end, they ended up provoking an existence they must never mess with under any circumstances.

What on earth was happening? What was this series of unfortunate events?!

But even as he thought about it, he realized that the root of all those problems was his own stubbornness.

He refused to heed his daughter's warning, even having her whipped fifty times for her troubles.

"Right, Stella!"

Chet sprant to his feet at the thought, running outside as he called out to his men, "Send everyone we have to stop Lubor, and rescue the hostage he's holding! And send for Stella-tell her to see me right now!"

"Yes, Master Favoni!"

All of Favoni House was at once lively after the head of the family issued his orders.

Meanwhile, an oblivious Lubor just shoved Silverbell into the car.

They were naturally heading to Norsedam City, where he would hand her over to Hundred Bane Sect.

It was half an hour drive from Favoni House, which was situated in the fringes of the city.

"Where are you taking me?"

Silverbell was curled up in the backseat, finally regaining consciousness.

Her meridian nexus was struck, and she was losing pure vigor on top of the wounds she sustained all over her body.

Just moving left her sweating in pain, let alone fighting back.

"Hehe... Patience, milady. I'm just bringing you to a very nice place."

Since there was no reason to pretend now, Lubor was riding shotgun comfortably, grinning as he glanced at the rearview mirror. "Hundred Bane Sect loves special martial artists like you... They've been urging me to hurry, and repeatedly at that."

Hundred Bane Sect?!

Silverbell's eyes widened as soon as she heard the name.

After all, only the people involved

were aware why the Martial

Alliance

always seemed to be at peace with

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In the first place, the Martial Alliance was founded to stop the South Sea sects from reaching their claws into the country.

Now, she the chief of the Martial

Hundred Bane Sect, the worst and

ce would fall into the hands of

A

the most barbaric South Sea sect there was.

Even though there was no question that she would face a living hell, Silverbell remained impassive.

However, there was a flicker of worry that showed in her eyes.