The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Myra snorted. "Giving up right after you lose one round? Are you a sore loser or what?

"Hell, even if you're really tired, what do you think people would think of me if word gets out? They'd think that I like bullying kids! So no, you're staying!"

"No, I'm going to bed!"

Despite her youth, Janice was more mature than Myra and knew that she should not upset Frank, even toughening up for once!

It actually surprised Myra, who smirked. "Well done, brat! Rebelling against your aunt now? Well, you have only two choices-either keep playing, or I'm telling your grandfather to freeze all your accounts!"

"Sure, whatever!" Janice shrugged. "I wasn't raised a coward, and I have an education and a healthy body. I'd just qualify for a scholarship while working part- time, and once I graduate, I wouldn't even need the family's money."

At that point, Myra knew there was nothing she could say to stop Janice, and she turned toward Jada. "Why don't you join us? Kill time with us, if that's alright?"

Jada smiled, shaking her head.

She was not about to do something that would help Myra get her paws all over Frank!

Myra was naturally left dumbstruck-she had yet to enjoy herself, and she was already denied further opportunities?

How could she live this down?

With that in mind, she decided to compromise. "Why don't we play, just the two of us?"

"How?"

"Just some simple games..."

"Forget it. I'm getting tired too."

Myra was left bewildered.

She was a treasure in terms of figure and looks, but he was not interested?

Or was he hinting that she was not forward enough?

Pop!

Even as Myra considered how she should bait Frank, he was in front of her in a flash, catching something out of the air while a hole cracked on the glass.

It was only after that when the crack of a gunshot resounded, leaving Myra flinching.

"What happened, Mr. Frankton?" she quickly asked.

Frank showed her the bullet, which was the size of an entire finger, leaving her heart pounding.

If Frank was not powerful enough to catch bullets, she would be dead!noveldrama

"Thank you so much..." She heaved. "That would have torn me in half if not for you."

Frank nodded. "You're right about that. This bullet is used for anti-material rifles- even a car would blow up from that!"

He then turned to Jada and the Ghostly Six, ordering them to protect Myra and Janice before leaping out of the window, crashing through the glance.

The black-clad man on a distant rooftop was furious to see that his bullet had missed. Convinced that Frank was just lucky to catch it, he stayed and took aim again, filing at Frank this time.

But just like before, Frank caught it.

Terrified, the black-clad man turned and ran, even leaving his rifle behind.

However, he was just too slow.

Just as he reached the entrance, a figure appeared in his way, spreading his palm and allowing the bullets he caught to fall off.

"Catching bullets? You've really shown me something new, kid!"

Knowing he would not win, the black-clad man did not bother to put up a fight,

holding up both hands and surrendering himself to Frank's mercy.

Frank growled coolly, "I'd rather not crush your confidence either, but

we're too high up, and the bullets could kill if they land on someone. That was the only option available."

The black-clad man chuckled wryly "It must be my bad luck to run into a man like you. They must have. deliberately pitted me against you to put me in this situation!"