The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Tatum laughed despite himself. "Are you really suggesting that I'm beneath you?"

He swung his ashwood pole at Jada, who dodged it and backflipped toward Tatum, punching him in the wrist!

Reeling in pain, Tatum dropped his pole and started to trade punches with Jada instead.

They fought evenly, leaving the crowd around them staring blankly.

Most of them presumed that martial arts were lost in time and were shocked that the usually haughty girlboss Jada had actually inherited it!

"I'm shocked..... Ms. Turin is amazing! Every strike she launches has the might of a grandmaster!"

Moreover, without a pole, Tatum was clearly no match for Jada.

In just forty exchanges, Jada had him pinned down—but just before he lost, Tatum kept blocking Jada's punches while inching toward his ashwood pole.

Eventually, he took one punch but picked up his pole at the same time.

Struggling to his feet, he shoved his pole into the wall, knocking off the tip to reveal a spear tip.

"So what? You're not going to win!" Jada snarled as she vaulted toward Tatum again, but Tatum leapt backward, putting some distance between them.

Then, he swung his spear rapidly, leaving afterimages and preventing Jada from attacking.

The crowd was naturally shocked once more. "Amazing! That technique would at least make him a general in olden times!" Meanwhile, Jada started to circle Tatum, trying to find an opening, when Tatum's spear streaked toward her.noveldrama

He moved so quickly that it was too late by the time Jada saw him move!

But at the very last moment, a pebble shot out, tearing the spear pole in half!

Tatum and the spectating crowd were all left stunned and turned to see that it was none other than Frank who attacked.

Truly, this year must have been the year of oddities! It was not just Jada who was amazing-even their new boss proved himself to be one in a million!

"So there's more of you!" Tatum grinned broadly as he picked up the other half of the broken pole, dual wielding this time to fight Frank.

Frank did not even move, agilely dodging Tatum just as his spear tip was inches away, snatching one out of Tatum's hand

"That's all you've got? And you actually came all the way here to show off." Frank scoffed as he swung the pole toward Tatum, and Tatum parried.

Despite his mastery of the spear, he was no match for Frank, who had his own pole against his throat in just three strikes!

Tatum's jaw dropped in shock-it was already embarrassing that he was beaten so easily, and at his speciality at that!

Everyone around them clapped, some of them even jeering at Tatum.

"Weren't you being so full of yourself just now?"

"And he just said no one here in Consortium can fight."

"Guess he understands now that there's always someone better! Back to training, kid!"

Tatum ignored them and turned to Frank. "What? Just do it already."

"Who are you? What master do you serve?"

Frank knew that Urich sent Tatum, so he skipped that part and cut to the chase.

After all, someone as good as

Tatum definitely was no lone

ranger he was on someone's

payroll, and Frank was eager to nip the issue in the bud.

"So, you're saying that you want revenge against my employer?" Tatum asked. "Come on. You're better than I am, but there's plenty others who are better than me anyway... And there's more than a

et

few you can't even hope to surpass!"

"I could at least try!" Frank smirked.

"Hector Clet!"

"Hector Clet?!" Frank frowned at the name so that geezer was really not as simple as he looked.

Still, he told Tatum, "Pass him a message tell him that he's either coming to see me, or I'm going to see him instead. If it's the latter... Let's just say he'd be in over his head."

Tatum snorted. "Don't you ever bite your tongue, talking big like that?"