The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1761 - チャプター 1770

Frank never told anyone when he left.However, Madfist was already waiting downstairs at the hospital like a prophet, standing beside an inconspicuous Audi parked by the curb.Frank stared at him blankly for a moment but soon came to his senses. He moved to ride shotgun, still holding the wooden box containing the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."Bralog's Droitner Building, I take it?" Madfist asked bluntly and started the car after seeing Frank nod.As he drove, he snuck a look at Frank beside him as he said quietly, "I know what you're going to ask, and I promise to answer your questions. First of all, I can assure you that Horey Lindt is dead."Frank's scowl eased at his words. "She's—""My adopted daughter," Madfist answered calmly before Frank could finish. "A good friend entrusted her to my care before he died… the girl was not even ten years old at the time."Madfist's expression seemed to soften even as he recounted the story, but he eventually shook his head. "But she was obses

Even Frank's hair, which had been burned off entirely, was growing out once more.He was mostly healed in no time at all, but the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom was still leaking.As such, he absorbed some of it, filling his meridian nexus to increase and solidify his pure vigor.Naturally, the rest was wasted as he unwittingly released a burst of pure vigor.Pursing his lips, Frank felt the loss—if he had stayed calm when he absorbed the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, his abilities would definitely have risen to the next level.Still, he could not be bothered, given the urgency of the situation—healing was his priority, and if he was being wasteful, it could not be helped.Still, he felt a little guilty that he had accidentally involved an average Joe as he refined the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.He scratched his head, embarrassed as Madfist teased him. "It's too late to turn around and apologize, huh?""Kiddo…"Madfist could not help chuckling when

"You can name any price," the foreign businessman continued in broken Draconian. "We've heard you mentioning that the effect of the herb is mystical, as it would prolong a person's lifespan. "That's why Mr. Bozad sent me—I'm sure you're aware of his reputation, so I hope you won't try to pull a con, Mr. Droitner.""Of course." Huub looked utterly confident. "Mr. Bozad has my assurance that should the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom not work as intended, Droitner Inc. has no qualms going down as punishment."The foreign businessman nodded in satisfaction, while Huub turned to the other foreign businesspeople. "Esteemed guests, the tour of the exhibition is now over. You may rest at the lodgings I've arranged for you—please look forward to Droitner Inc.'s presentation of our new exhibition items tomorrow."Huub stood in the exhibition hall, watching as the foreign businesspeople left, his eyes flashing coldly."Come here." He snapped his fingers.A goon arrived, bowing respectfully. "Yes,

"What's on your mind, kid?"Meanwhile, both Frank and Madfist had arrived at the exhibition hall.It was not congested, but there was a crowd nonetheless, with many foreigners among them.Droitner Inc.'s goons and bodyguards were on hand to take care of security. One could easily spot them from their uniforms, which all had a large 'D' pin on their lapels.Frank was riding shotgun and thought about it before answering, "Thanks to the information we've gathered, the exhibition lasts a week, and Huub will be present every day. So, I'll stay here and deal with him."Pausing, he turned toward Madfist and added, "As for the hostages… I'm afraid I'd have to trouble you."As a veteran martial artist, Madfist had no arguments against that. However, he was frowning. "I have no problems with splitting up, but do you know where the hostages are?""That's easy."Frank alighted, and as Madfist looked on, he walked straight toward one of the Droitner Inc. bodyguards.He said something to

The two bodyguards could immediately tell what Johnny wanted, and one of them pursed his lips. "Just go. I will tell Mr. Droitner that Frank Lawrence showed up—don't worry, no one will steal your reward.""Thanks, bro!" Johnny was delighted and kept bowing at the bodyguard, who only waved him off and said nothing.However, just as he was about to turn and leave, he found himself staring at the old driver's face as he quietly stood behind him."Woah!"Johnny flinched at the sight. "Oh, you scared me, sir! What are you still doing here? Wait, this is good. You can give me a ride back."Madfist merely chuckled and shook his head."What, do you want more money?"Johnny frowned, a little annoyed. "I just gave you two hundred. Isn't that enough for a round trip?""No, kid." Madfist chuckled. "I just don't have the time to drive you because I have other things to do."Johnny was left drawing a blank. "Other things?""Yes. Other things."The old man smiled and slowly walked up to th