The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank's car quickly arrived in the outskirts of Zamri, and it did not take him long to find the rundown temple.

Still, he had yet to step inside when he sensed the grim presence of death, setting off every alarm bell in his mind.

If his hunch was right, the people who kidnapped Nash and Carol were after him from the start... Or the spiritron vein, to be precise.

Frank felt regret at the thought-the spiritron vein was such a big deal that various major factions in the country were on the move.

Martial elites who cultivated in seclusion, major sects... even government officials like the mayor of Morhen were getting involved in this battle royale. And if Cloudnine Sect could reach him, others could.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As Frank and Lanecorp become the heart of the storm, even the ones in the shadows would come or keep an eye to see how things panned out. Possessing the spiritron vein might sound amazing, but Frank was on his own and did not have what it took to hold on to it.

With that thought, he gradually found it in him to give up on the spiritron vein-for him, it was expendable, but his friends and family were not.

He was more sentimental about his bonds than worldly possessions, and the thought relieved him.

Striding into the rundown temple, he immediately felt someone spying on him.

The air was cold and gloomy, and Frank actually got goosebumps.

Naturally, Frank was shocked by his premonition-he was now Ascendant rank, and the fact that he felt this way meant the presence inside the temple was a threat to him just by being there. "Kid... I'm sure you know what I want, unless you're a moron?"

A voice resounded, seemingly booming from every direction, preventing Frank from pinpointing it.

"I do." Frank nodded, standing at the center of the rundown temple, before the broken shrine. "The spiritron vein."

"Hehehe..."

The elderly laugh was sinister,

though there was soon a tone of acknowledgment. "You're truly Godwin Lawrence's son. So? Are you going to choose the spiritron vein, or this couple who are irrelevant to you?"

"They are not irrelevant. You want the spiritron vein? You can have it."

Frank looked around and spoke quietly, "know that I can't hold on to the spiritron vein as I am no, so t should just hand it over. You can all fight for it all you want-don'thurt my family!"

"Hahaha!!!"

The old man laughed delightedly and was suddenly approving of Frank. "I thought I must compel you to see reason, so I'm surprised you're so tactful... Very well! Hand over the spiritron vein, and I will refease your family!"

"I don't have it." Frank shook his head. "It's-"

Frank then did a double take, his face falling. "Shit!"

The elderly man here was clearly a martial elite, but if more like him were after spirtron vein, Helen was in danger!

While Frank knew that Silverbell was strong, could she handle the champions sent from every other faction across the nation?!