The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

There was a rush of footsteps, clearly intent on causing trouble! "They're really here!"

Excited, Myra opened the door and strode out to the hallway.

There, the middle-aged woman had brought over a dozen thugs, each of them carrying baseball bats and ready for a fight.

At the same time, the other guests came out to check out the commotion as well curiosity kills the cat, as they say!

They were convinced that Myra had a plan in mind, but seeing that she was still alone, they quickly yelled, "Run, girl! Just survive for now-live to fight another day!"noveldrama

"Run? Where could she run off to?"

The middle-aged woman was laughing even before Myra spoke. "Here's a tidbit my people have sealed all exits. You're going down, bitch!"

Then, turning toward the thugs behind herself, she asked, "So? Isn't she a beauty?"

"Yes!" the thugs all answered in unison, almost drooling on the spot.

It was not as if they were being really sleazy-Myra's charm never diminished despite her age, and the mature vibes she projected really sent one's juices flowing.

"Alright! Then you can have a taste soon enough!"

The middle-aged woman laughed and turned back to Myra. "How about that? Are you ready to handle so many at once?"

Myra smiled. "Funny, I could say the same about you. Did you think that numbers mean everything? Just so you know, I wasn't raised a coward, so know your place and kneel, or I promise you'll pay for your insolence."

The middle-aged woman laughed again. "Are you blind, bitch?! There are a dozen men behind me, and they could kill you in an instant! You'd never win without numbers!"

"Is that so?" Frank strode up just then, standing between the middle-aged woman and Myra.

The other guests sighed in exasperation even as they watched.

And here they thought Myra had an army hidden in her room, but only Frank showed up. What could Such a vulnerable looking pretty boy possibly do against so many?

Still, that was when the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up. "You're quite the looker, boy! Why don't you consider joining me? Be a good boy, and I just might consider sparing you, or I'll make sure to make your handsome face so hideous you'd never want to see the light of day again."

Frank was left laughing. "I'll be frank-your words sound way too good to be true. Whatever makes you think that you could come good on your threat?"

The middle-aged woman spread her arms. "What, you ask? You heard him, kids! Tell him!"

However, the cheer she expected never came, as there was only deathly silence.

She turned and saw that the other guests were all gaping, as the people she brought were already on the floor, unconscious!

What the heck?! Did that brat know magic or something?!

"H-How did you do that?!" the middle-aged woman demanded, but she was already stumbling backward, clearly terrified.

Frank smirked. "Like so!"

As soon as he finished, he was suddenly right in front of the middle-aged woman.

She turned to run in fear, only for Myra to chase her down and kick her to the floor!