The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Tara finished, "I hope you're ready to die."

With that, she turned to leave.

Frank did not stop her but instead remained where he was, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"They're so despicable!" Winter huffed just then.

Frank smiled. "That is true, but the fact that they came gave me an idea."

"What idea?" Winter asked, turning toward him.

"The Favonis are not completely stiff as a rock. They just might prove useful."

Frank smiled, patting her head. "But that's none of your business. You should be properly studying the medicinal text I gave you and take over as Zamri Hospital's chief sooner."Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Yeah..." Winter nodded, giving him a wistful look before returning to the study.

Still, Frank could soon hear the girls giggling in the room and chuckled exasperatedly.

As for the Favonis, he already had a plan.

Meanwhile, at the Favonis' dojo in Norsedam, over twenty martial artists had a youth surrounded as they attacked him with staffs and machetes.

The youth was even blindfolded, but his chiseled jawline and long hair made his good looks obvious.

He could hear the faintest movement of the martial artists around him, picking out the trail of their movement.

He would then dance around them, instantly dodging the trajectory of their assault.

Anyone looking closely would also see the lead and sandbags tied to his leg.

Carrying such loads would leave the average martial artists wheezing and immobile before long.

And yet, the youth moved swiftly, staying well beyond the reach of the Favoni martial artists.

Naturally, the youth was none other than Jaden Favoni, second of Skyrank.

An hour later, one of the Favoni martial artists finally stopped as he became exhausted, and exclaimed in awe, "Your movement is getting even better. You've really takent the teachings of the South

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They even believed that he might not necessarily lose against Ehud Lionheart, Volsung Sect's young genius.

"It's still far from enough," Jaden muttered to himself, pausing for a moment before barking, "Continue!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but we really can't."

"Yeah... We've been doing this for over an hour, but we couldn't even reach you!"

The twentyish Favoni martial artists present were all panting, sweating buckets as they sat on the floor.

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Birthright rank.

That made them true elites anywhere else, but they could not even reach Jaden after trying for so long.

"That's it? How incompetent." Jaden scowled in displeasure.

"It's not us, sir, but you're just improving too quickly for us to catch up!"