All Chapters of The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: Chapter 841 - Chapter 850

"Ned… I'll kill you… You—"Ned punched Yed in the face even before Yed could finish threatening him, sending Yed slamming into the ground.Yed's bodyguards rushed forward, ready to save him, only to see Frank shifting his weight between his legs. "You can keep coming if you don't mind dying."The bodyguards all paused right then in fear, caught in a dilemma as they watched Frank fold his arms before his chest.That was when a mini tram bounded down the cobblestone path and a Janko retainer leapt out."M-Mr. Lawrence!" he cried. "Ciril Janko has gone amok—please, you have to help him!""Amok?" Frank frowned, his expression suddenly cool. "I was very clear about not touching him. Did you not follow my instructions?""W-We did…" the retainer paused awkwardly. "But we were distracted for a moment, and Hal climbed on top of Ciril, and…""Save it." Frank waved him off. "I get the idea. It was planned ahead anyway."Frank then turned toward Yed, whom Ned had clobbered into a pulp a

Frank glanced at Lothar, inwardly impressed. "Such immaculate defense technique."While Mystic Sky Sect apprentices were instructed in secret techniques taught since time immemorial, there were plenty of other secret techniques passed down among other clans and sects. Naturally, each of such techniques had something that made them special, but Frank had the advantage of the Five-Peat Archaeus.It was just a basic technique that the chief of Mystic Sky Sect had personally taught him back in the day. However, as long as a technique adhered to the rules of the five basic elements, Frank could use the Five-Peat Archaeus to observe, emulate, and even improve on it.That was how he could copy anyone else's technique so freely from the start!"Basilisk Remittance!" Frank bellowed as he cast the technique Lothar just used. Focusing the projection of yellow pure vigor around his feet, he shattered a boulder flying at him with a kick!Pow!At the same time, an elderly man in white garb who

"Alright, quit spacing out now." Frank's calm call brought every Janko to their senses. "I've pacified Mr. Janko now—his left arm is broken, but he just needs bed rest for a period and he'll be fine."Walking up to Ned, he clapped him on the shoulder, leaving him stunned and confused. "Huh? Wha…?""Go," Frank frowned, clearly hinting that he should clean up the mess and earn his keep as the next head of the Janko family.When Ned finally understood, he forced a smile at Frank and nodded repeatedly.Striding forward, he instructed the terrified servants to carry Ciril to another mansion to rest.After that, he beckoned at the bodyguards.Yed, who was still staring blankly at his son's corpse, was dragged to the middle of what remained of the main mansion."Speak!" Lothar bellowed at him. "Did you or did you not poison your father?!"With Ned, the family retainers and Lothar encircling him, Yed became well aware that it was all over for him.His heart only sank further when he

Meanwhile, the Janko family bodyguards had chased down Yed and restrained him again.Even as they dragged him off to the basement stockade, he screamed, "Please save me, Ms. Lionheart! They're going to kill me!""Ned Janko, I demand you release Yed this instant!" Sif bellowed at Ned loftily right then. "No." Ned shook his head, his tone neutral. "I refuse. And what are you going to do about it? Attack me on my family's turf?""Better think about what you're doing," Sif growled impatiently in return.Ned was always a loser whom everyone could bully—how did he become so authoritative in just a few days, even daring to stand up to her?!"There's no need to think, Ms. Lionheart." Ned held her gaze in turn. "I'm now asking you to leave my house. We're not receiving guests at the moment.""What if I refuse?" Sif asked quietly."Then I will have to remove you by force!" Ned bellowed. "Uncle Lothar! Retainers! Escort them out of here?!""Come on if you dare!" Sif bellowed in turn as

Once word got out that the Lionhearts were conspiring to assassinate the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen, their reputation would be dealt a serious blow. It went without saying that it would be much worse than Sif's troubles at Norsedam!As such, Sif was now afraid to breathe a peep.If she somehow exposed herself now, forget Ciril—even her own family elders would skin her for the sheer vileness of her plot!Soon, Morhen would be left in chaos as it was every man for himself, while even the Lionhearts would find themselves desperate."N-No, sir," Sif quickly said humbly. "I came here to deliver an invitation—my brother Titus will be marrying Vicky Turnbull in a few days, and your family is cordially invited to attend the ceremony.""Hmph. Yet another arranged marriage?" Ciril chuckled coolly and waved her off. "I understand. You may go now.""Ah… yes, of course. By your leave, Mr. Janko." Sif bowed slightly, ready to flee with her men right then.Still, she stayed lon