The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1779



'How does that even make sense?!'

That was the last thought Renard ever had.

Soon, with a violent shockwave that threatened to send everyone flying, Frank pulverized not only Renard's pure vigor spear, but also his entire body.

The entire roof of the exhibition hall was blown off as well, leaving the entire building almost in ruins, while the very earth of Bralog shook.

Still, the shockwave continued to unfurl, even reaching the seas and kicking up a tidal wave that crashed into Huub's coastal mansion. Johnny, who was still waiting in Huub's study, was left watching as the wave crashed and shattered the window pane, slamming into the wall. "What the hell..." he groaned and passed out.

Back in the city center, at the wreckage that was once at the exhibition hall, Huub was cowering and trembling in a corner while everyone else fled. Huub was gaping at Frank, whose knuckle was still outstretched, as if he was a monster.

What the hell?! Was he even human?!

Even as Huub wondered, Frank sighed and lowered his fist, muttering to himself, "Phew... I guess I overdid it."

"Overdid it...?"

Huub could cry right then-Renard was one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, but Frank said that he had overdone it?

What was he?!

Nheless, he suddenly noticed Frank staring at him and felt at once as if something was clenching his heart, and he suddenly could not breathe. After all, he was terrified.

Reynard was his trump card, and said trump card did not even last one punch against Frank.

Still, Frank walked up to him as he collapsed to the floor, chuckling. "That's a terrible look on your face, Mr. Droitner."

Huub blinked at Frank's chuckle, but how was he supposed to look good?

He was no martial artist, and he had just seen one punch that had basically brought down an entire

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He had even used up all the curses he could in his head.

He really thought that Renard was more than enough against a gigolo like Frank, only for Frank to prove himself a walking nightmare, pulverizing Renard with a single punch instead.

He certainly was not his smug self from before as everything he knew collapsed in on himself.

Even as he was left utterly flustered, Frank dropped to a crouch beside him, smiling like a long lost friend.

"Do you want to live, Mr. Droitner?" He chuckled, tousling Huub's hair which was caked with gel and dust. Huub could not even manage a word and could only gulp and nod repeatedly.

"Good. Now, first of all..."

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Frank held up his index finger and smiled. "Admit what you did to me, including tricking Helen with a fake Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, and compensate us twofold for all the damage you caused. What do you say to that?"

Huub's mouth opened, but he nodded repeatedly again.

"Second."

Frank held up his middle finger as well. "You will send home all your hostages back to Zamri. Can you do that?"