The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1775



"Go!"

With thirtyish bodyguards and the Birthright-ranked bodyguard squad leader charging at Frank, he knew that this had to be resolved with violence. But it suited him just right.

In fact, Frank was sneering-after tailing Huub for a while, his fists were itching.

Pow!

With a punch, he sent a roaring and charging bodyguard flying and screaming.

"Huh?!"

"He's a martial artist!"

"So he can walk the talk!

"I guess he had to have something, daring to challenge Droitner Inc. on their turf..."

"Come on, haven't you heard? He's from Zamri, and you don't ever challenge a lion on his turf, get it?"

The bystanders had already presumed that Frank was dead meat as soon as the bodyguards encircled him, only for his first strike to leave them stunned.

Frank did not have time to listen to their comments either. After he sent the first bodyguard flying with a punch, three more lunged at him—all of them armed.

However, it was pointless since this was an exhibition hall, and they had to show restraint in case they broke something.

And that in turn made things easier for Frank.

Thud!

He poked one of the bodyguards on the forehead, and the bodyguard's eyes rolled up their sockets as he passed out.

"Get off!" Frank then bellowed, sending another bodyguard flying, coughing blood as he crashed into the painting that Huub was showing the foreign businesspeople.

As his blood sprayed all over the painting, the billion dollar piece of art was totally ruined.

Huub was left staring at it blankly

before bellowing furiously,

"Incompetent fools! Be more

vel

careful-don't let him destroymore artifacts!"

"Yes, Mr. Droitner!"

The bodyguards all replied, but were clearly hard-pressed.

They could all see now that Frank was no pushover, and they would never win with their amateurish close-quarters combat techniques.

As such, keeping the relics safe was even further beyond their capabilities!

"Weapons out!"

Seeing that they could not reach Frank at all, the bodyguards traded glances, whipping out batons and machetes.

The crowd who were watching all fled in panic when they saw that the bodyguards were bringing out weapons.

Even the foreign businesspeople who were standing nearby Huub appeared concerned.

"Mr. Droitner..."

One of the translators frowned at

Huub. "Mr. Gretchen has suggesteThis content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

that they could come again tomorrow, after you're done with your personal affairs-" Content

"Don't you fucking leave!" Huub suddenly bellowed, sending the foreign businesspeople flinching.

Even as they watched him in

confusion, Huub glared at them icily

as he growled, "Rest assured that our discussion will continue. It won't take long for my men to get rid of that insolent brat."

"What..."

All the foreign businesspeople were scowling, as Huub was saying that they had no freedom now.

However, the look on Huub's face was way worse the bodyguards were not subduing Frank even after they took out all their weapons. Instead, Frank was showing what he was capable off, demolishing most of the exhibits with the bodies of Huub's bodyguards.