The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Myra laughed as she lowered her leg. "I can't really compare to the martial artists in my room, but I'm still more than enough for you. Just so you know, I had

training!"

The other guests applauded in approval as they watched. "Nice kick, girl! People like her need to be punished!"

Myra smiled. "I am justice incarnate, here to stop the injustices across this world!"

Then, stamping her foot on the middle-aged woman's cheek, she grinned. "Remember, you're the villain here. Keep harassing people, and I'll kill you!"

While the middle-aged woman was speechless, the delivery man hurried to Myra's side. "Thank you so much, ma'am!"

Not only did she forgive him for missing his delivery, she was even defending him now. Why would he not be awash with gratitude?

"It's alright." Myra nodded. "It's tradition to help a person in need."

In the midst of the polite exchange, the middle-aged woman pushed Myra's foot off and ran, screaming as she did, "Just you wait! I won't let this go unanswered!"

Myra stood akimbo and smirked. "I'm still alive. You're my bitch if you never came!"

The delivery man appeared concerned. "Ma'am, that woman's obviously no pushover. How about changing hotels? I'm not rich, but I can afford that much."

"Thanks, but you don't have to." Myra smiled, shaking her head. "I really love to fight such people, and you may not be aware, but there's someone whom no one should mess with protecting me. In fact, I would have the guts to stand against martial elites because he's the most powerful there is!"

The delivery man tried to reason with her further anyway. But seeing that Myra refused to hear a word of it, he could only thank her again before leaving.

Myra smiled and headed back to her room, with everyone applauding her in approval along the way.

Feeling buoyed, she spread her arms as she returned inside her room. "Where's my applause?"

However, the room was so silent one could hear a pin drop, and Myra was left feeling so embarrassed that she could hide.noveldrama

"Can't you at least say something? I should at least get a reward for doing so well!"

Frank clapped his hands. "You're right, but I have a question—that broad is calling up her people to get back at you. What are you going to do about that?"

Myra smiled. "I have you, don't I?"

"What if I don't care?"

"Then she can sell me to some third-world country. I don't care!"

Myra knew Frank was just joking, and simply took it in stride, even turning it against him!

Frank sighed. "To be honest, I've met plenty of people, but you're still one of a kind. With that silver tongue, you could turn anything to your favor."

"Exactly!"

Myra quipped as she fearlessly

planted herself beside Frank,

hugging his arm as she purred, "Shouldn't I get a reward? You could send the others away while we pleasure ourselves Would help wasting their time too. What do you think?"

Janice scowled as she quickly dragged Myra away and apologized to Frank. "Sorry, sir. That's how she always is, used to being such a

wildcat and never holding back.

Please forgive her!"

Jada smiled. "That's not a problem. You have no idea what Mr. Frankton is really

like... Who knows? Maybe he might bite if your aunt persists. Right, Mr. Frankton?"

Frank smiled at Myra. "Perhaps!"

Still, Myra could tell it was bait and kept eating, ignoring him.

When they finished dinner, they had yet cleaned up when the

middle-aged woman yelled shrilly, "Where did that bitch go? Get over of you-every last

here! And the rest 90 Get

one of you who mocked meel'll kill you, believe it!"