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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 671-Silverbell's bellow actually gave Maron pause, but he wheeled on Frank again.

"It was during the last blow—Frank released some sort of powder out of his sleeve. I thought I was seeing things, but it's real!"

"I saw it too!" Elder Huxley bellowed and pulled Frank's sleeve, knocking off a pile of Passion Dust from Frank's sleeve.

"What…" Frank was dumbfounded, as he clearly saw Elder Huxley sprinkle the powder on his sleeve right then.

Elder Huxley simply leaned close, growling a threat under his breath, "Don't you dare argue. You know what happens if you do."

"F-Frank? Why.?!" Silvebell was wheezing, sweating buckets as her gaze turned unfocused.

Frank remained silent—if he maintained his innocence, Maron would retaliate by hurting Helen and the others.

"See? He's silent because he's caught red-handed!" Maron laughed darkly at Frank and carried Silverbell to the infirmary. "Don't worry—our best healers will cure you soon enough!"

"So that's what he's up to." Frank's eyes flashed violently as he watched them leave, finally realizing Maron's game.

On the other hand, Elder Huxley grinned, baring his yellowed teeth. "Well done, Frank. Since you've done this much, we'll refrain from hurting your women for now."

"We had an agreement. You'll release one hostage after I win," Frank said, impassive.

"Oh, I wouldn't know about that." Elder Huxley shrugged, his expression smug.

"We'll see what Master Maron says after he's done."

As the other Sage Lake Sect apprentices left, Frank stood alone at the center of the square, his fists clenched in silence.

He was in a dilemma.

Should he charge into the infirmary and butcher Maron just because he did not want Silverbell to be defiled by that bastard? But he was also afraid of Sage Lake Sect's cutthroat guild hurting Helen and the others in retaliation.

"Chirp. chirp."

Just then, a rather big cuckoo perched on a tree branch above Frank, skipping around and chirping repeatedly at Frank, its tone somehow anxious.

"Hmm.?" Frank looked up to find the cuckoo flapping its wings at him repeatedly, chirping shrilly and seemingly directing Frank toward the shrine.

"Isn't that Lady Quinn's pet?" one of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices suddenly exclaimed.

Frank's eyes lit up at those words, and he started dashing toward the shrine.

The Sage Lake Sect apprentices promptly gave chase while one ran to Elder Huxley. "Sir, Frank is bolting!"

Elder Huxley remained perfectly calm. "Just keep following him. Let him go wherever he wishes to as long as he's not meddling in Master Maron's business. If he so much as approaches the infirmary, threaten him with our hostages! "

"Yes, Elder Huxley!"

Nonetheless, Frank soon charged into the shrine and found a middle-aged man with ashen hair laying limply on the floor, barely breathing and clearly near death.

"Frank!" Quinn leapt out from behind an altar when she saw him, crying anxiously, "He's Dahok Ocean, our sect's chief. You have to help him—that wretch Maron had him poisoned!"

Frank said nothing and went to work right away, crouching beside Dahok and checking his eyes.

"Master Ocean?! What happened?!"

The Sage Lake Sect apprentices who had been chasing after Frank panicked when they saw Dahok on the floor!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 672-Seeing that one of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices was ready to run and tell the others, Quinn snapped, "Stop! Master Ocean has spoken—anyone who sees this must never breathe a word! Maron Ocean intends to kill him to claim the title of chief, a crime most unforgivable! Stay here and keep watch. Make sure no one comes in!"

Quinn's orders worked—at her words, the Sage Lake Sect apprentices stood in silence.

All Maron told them was that the chief had been injured and incapacitated, not such outrage within their enclave!

"Heavens… Maron tried to kill the chief?! That's his own father! How could he do this?!"

"I-I don't know. What the hell."

"Wait, wasn't Maron saying that Quinn Ocean died too? She's alive and kicking!"

While the sudden turn of events left the Sage Lake Sect apprentices dumbstruck, Quinn herself was anxious too, forgetting honorifics as she asked, "Frank. What do you think? Can you save him?"

"Yes." Frank nodded, while subtly impressed at how low Maron would sink.

Forget poisoning his own father—he resorted to one of the worst poisons ever known: the Gehennical Frost Scarab. Virtually untraceable, the victim would be caught in hellish extreme coldness that they could not hope to escape.

The poison extended inside out, and neither vigor nor pure vigor could nullify it.

The symptoms were exactly the symptoms Dahok exhibited: unresponsive to any stimulus as he was left completely paralyzed. They would lay in a vegetative state while going through hell, and their mind would eventually break under torment, killing themselves to be free.

And that was what made the Gehennical Frost Scarab the worst—it faded very quickly from the victim's body, and it would appear as if the victim had killed themselves for no reason.

Maron had certainly been meticulous.

Still, Frank quickly went to work, whipping out his needles and thrusting one each into two of Dahok's acupoints.

At the same time, he infused his pure vigor into Dahok's body, helping him gather the poison at the center of his median furrow.

"Move!" he bellowed at Quinn as his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he shoved a blood drawing pill down Dahok's throat.

He then smacked Dahok on the chest, and his ribs actually cracked as they shattered.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Stop right there, Frank Lawrence!"

The Sage Lake Sect apprentices snapped in outrage, expecting him to save Dahok, only for him to break the man's ribs!

What was it if not opportune revenge?!

"Stay away!" Frank bellowed when the Sage Lake Sect apprentices started toward him, sending them flinching and backing away.

Even Quinn was confused, however. "Frank, what are you—"

"It's fine," Frank growled, wiping the sweat off his brow and thrusting the last needle into an acupoint to the right of Dahok's median furrow.

Splash!

The instant he pulled it out, a jet of pungent black blood shot out from the acupoint like a tiny geyser.

One of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices just happened to be too close, and the black blood splashed all over his hand.

"Argh!!! Argh!!!" he screamed, even clutching his hand and rolling all over the floor!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 673-There was a sickening crunch as the Sage Lake Sect apprentice's hand started to ice up, his skin soon freezing into a dried blackness.

It was a sight of sheer horror, and the other Sage Lake Sect apprentices promptly backed away in fear.

"Urgh." Dahok groaned as he stirred, pushing himself up to his seat in the shrine.

"Ingrate!!!" he finally snapped after mumbling the word repeatedly before coughing another mouthful of black blood.

This time, everyone stayed well away, having learned their lesson.

Dahok wheezed even as the black blood iced up on the floor, finally able to speak again.

"Go!" he bellowed. "Take down that bastard Maron and bring him to me!"

Quinn and Frank traded glances, and both strode up.

"No, absolutely not!" Frank barked, holding up a hand.

"What. Why?" Dahok wheezed through shallow breaths but forced a smile nonetheless. "I haven't met you, sir, but I'm grateful that you saved my life.

However, I shall have that treacherous boy. Today."

"Are you sure the elders of your sect still serve you?" Frank asked quietly.

Dahok froze in silence, though he turned to Quinn after a while. "Quinn, your phone please. Call Jorg Zayas and have him return. And your father too. We need him back right now."

Quinn shook her head. "Sir. My father is dead."

"Bocek's dead?!" Dahok's eyes widened in shock. "Was it that bastard Maron.?"

"No." Quinn sighed miserably. "It was the Salazars."

Dahok hacked violently for a while, his eyes flashing viciously when he looked up again. "We shall make the Salazars pay when we're done here. Go—call Jorg Zayas right now."

Not quite familiar with Jorg, Frank glanced at Quinn quizzically while she borrowed a phone from one of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices.

"Jorg Zayas is the leader of our sect's cutthroat guild," she explained. "Don't worry—the sect shall serve the chief's will until the end."

"The cutthroat guild?" Frank's heart skipped a beat and suddenly grabbed Quinn's wrist.

"W-What?" Quinn looked up in confusion.

Frank did not answer. Instead, he turned toward Dahok and said solemnly, "Master Ocean, your son had the cutthroat guild hold my friends hostage and had been forcing me to do his bidding. Could you speak with them personally and ask them to ensure my friends' safety?"

Seeing that Dahok was hesitant, Frank nodded to assure him. "As long as the cutthroat guild ensures their safety, I'll stop the coup plaguing your sect. I can assure you that you won't be disappointed!"

Despite Frank's solemn request, Dahok was left in a dilemma because he needed the cutthroat guild to return and restore peace to his guild.

If he asked the cutthroat guild to defend Frank's friends instead, his only allies would be beyond reach.

And worst of all, he was now a defenseless cripple—he would lose to Maron when challenged!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 674-Naturally, it went without saying what would happen if Dahok lost to Maron.

Quinn strode up just then, exclaiming, "Master Ocean! Please, if you trust me, then you can trust Frank Lawrence too!"

Glancing at Frank, she assured Dahok confidently, "Frank is capable of stopping the coup, and he can do it alone!"

Dahok frown despite her assurance. He was slightly swayed, but he still could not trust Frank completely as he had never seen the man fight.

"I can vouch for him too, Master Ocean." One of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices nodded, suddenly speaking up. "That bast—I mean, Mr. Lawrence

—was evenly matched against Lady Silverbell, chief of the Martian Alliance. No, scratch that… He defeated Lady Silverbell!"

Turning toward the other apprentices, he asked loudly, "You all saw that, right?"

The other Sage Lake Sect apprentices nodded repeatedly, speaking out in confirmation with their fellow apprentice.

They were never loyal to Maron anyway. And now that they had learned of his treachery, they quickly show their loyalty to Dahok, distancing themselves from Maron.

"What?!" Dahok exclaimed in turn.

There was no reason for the Sage Lake Sect apprentices to lie. but the young man before him really defeated Silverbell?!

Silverbell was a one in a billion when it comes to swordcraft, even achieving Birthright rank in her twenties—it would be no exaggeration to label her a monster.

And yet, Frank Lawrence bested her?!

With that in mind, Dahok no longer hesitated.

Taking Quinn's phone, he called Jorg.

• "Hello? Master Ocean? I thought you were incapacitated and resting."

Jorg answered the call from the basement of Salazar House, where he kept Helen, Vicky, Kiki, Winter, and Mona after abducting them from Riverton.

"Maron poisoned me! He was trying to kill me!" Dahok yelled over the phone right then..

"What?!" Jorg's nonchalant expression stiffened, and he soon frown and growled, "Who the fuck put him up to it?!"

"That doesn't matter!" Dahok quickly said. "Just remember—don't lay a finger on your hostages or allow any harm to come to them, you hear?!"

"Yes, Master Ocean!" Jorg replied, but he soon frowned in hesitation. "Wait, shouldn't we return to the enclave right away to help?"

"No," Dahok replied after a brief pause. "I can stop this coup on my own. Just make sure those hostages are safe!"

"Yes, sir!"

Still, as Jorg hung up and glanced at Helen, Vicky, Kiki, Winter, and Mona who were all staring fixedly at him, he sighed dejectedly. "Fucking blue-balled…"

Be that as it may, Dahok's place as the sect chief was now above question.

He never revealed if he was hurt, but made it clear that he alone can stop the coup.

That was enough to give the cutthroat guild pause—even if they were determined to side with Maron in the coup, they still needed to consider Dahok's health.

After all, Dahok was Birthright-pinnacle—the strongest individual within Sage Lake Sect.

On the other end, Frank breathed a huge sigh of relief once Dahok hung up.

Soon, his relief was replaced by exhilarating delight—now free of his hostage burden, he was like a tiger that had escaped its cage.

Those little shrimps of Sage Lake Sect never had any hope of stopping him anyway!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 675-As Maron left the shrine, he inhaled deeply as he looked up at the skies, murmuring, "Do you hear me, Maron Ocean? It's time you pay."

Meanwhile, Maron brought Silverbell to the infirmary's bed, ready to undress her, when she caught his hand.

"What are you… doing…" Silverbell was heaving, her eyes unfocused and her whole body twitching, though she still retained her consciousness.

Even as she kept fighting the Passion Dust's effect, she was shivering as she cringed toward the other end of the bed.

"Please don't resist, Lady Silverbell. I've found the way to clear the poison from your veins."

Maron was grinning darkly as he unbuttoned his shirt and moved closer. "Don't worry—the Passion Dust is the real deal. I spent a fortune buying it from the South Sea, so that you'd have an unforgettable experience of carnal pleasure.

You can't resist it even if you've completed Birthright—you have to be Ascendant rank, or you wouldn't even know what hit you."

"I-It was you." Silverbell drew her sword, pointing it at Maron's face and intent on killing him right then.

However, her limbs were limp, and she felt as if her meridian nexus was on fire, and she certainly did not have the strength to wield her sword.

Now, she was no more than a weak and vulnerable girl, withdrawing as she heaved and resisted the fire in her loins, shrieking at Maron to stop him.

Even so, he kept closing in. "Come on, Lady Silverbell. I heard that you're a virgin. That's just amazing. I can't wait to see you write beneath me! Hahaha.

Don't worry, we're getting married soon, and I'll spoil you to bits. You'll be a part of Sage Lake Sect, after all!"

He knocked the sword out of Silverbell's grasp, but just as he reached for her clothes, Silverbell suddenly struck his face with her scabbard.

"Go. away!" she panted, leaning against the wall as she shuddered.

"You bitch." Maron could feel the swelling on his cheek.

Even as he gritted his teeth, the pain sent his animal instincts into overdrive.

Seizing the scabbard from Silverbell, he slapped her twice!

"Fucking bitch!" he screamed. "I'm playing nice, so stay down or I'd have to get rough!"

Maron lunged at Silverbell right then, tearing her clothes into pieces even as she lost the will to fight back, with the fear and rage in her eyes replaced by confusion.

"Hahaha! That's it! That's it! Keep writhing for me!" Maron laughed in excitement.

The woman was really naive, allowing him to have her unimpeded!

"Hey, Maron."

Suddenly, Maron felt someone clapping a hand on his bare shoulder.

"What?! Who the fuck are you?!" Maron snapped without even looking behind.

"I've warned the lot of you not to bother me! Are you people deaf… Frank Lawrence?!"

Maron finally turned when he was finished with his outburst and froze when he realized who it was.

Naturally, it was Frank, who had entered quietly after dealing with the guards outside.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 676-Maron's libido dropped as he lost all patience with Frank.

"What are you doing here?! Fuck off!" he bellowed, pointing at the door, only to find Frank still smiling at him. "What, you want your ladies to die?!"

Incensed, he whipped out his phone and called Jorg, even putting the call on speaker just so that Frank could hear him too "Hello? Master Maron?" Jorg breathed lazily from the other end..

"Cut off one of those ladies' arms!" Maron snarled viciously and wheeled on Frank with a smug grin. "Hahaha! I warned you, Frank Lawrence! You asked for this!"

However, that was when Jorg yawned audibly from the other end. "Actually, I'm sorry, Master Maron… See, Master Ocean gave me strict orders to protect them instead. The way I see it, you should be going down on your knees and begging daddy, and he just might leave a pretty corpse when he's done.

That's all I have to say. Bye."

Beep.

Maron's whole body stiffened in shock as Jorg hung up on him, and his phone slid off his fingers, dropping loudly on the floor with a thud.

The silence lasted for seconds before Maron squeezed a smile at Frank, "Actually, Mr. Lawrence. You see, I."

Frank smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm listening."

"I was coerced into this! It was Donald Salazar who had planned all this. Yes, it was the Salazars all along! I didn't plan anything! He killed Bocek Ocean and his daughter, then tried to shift the blame on you. My hands are clean."

Frank listened in amusement as Maron pleaded his innocence endlessly.

Then, he said, "Time to get down on your knees, Maron."

Maron seemed to finally remember that thanks to Frank's words. He promptly threw himself to the floor, grabbing Frank's trousers while kowtowing endlessly.

"Please, Mr. Lawrence. brother! It's all my fault! Please just let me live! I will do anything for you if you do—"

Frank watched as Maron bawled, his snot and tears all gushing at the same time—hardly the dignified bearing a Birthright rank elite should have.

Shaking his head and sighing in disappointment, Frank said, "You really are the worst, and I actually preferred the conceited way you behaved before."

As Maron looked up at him in tearful surprise, Frank gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Get ready. It's time to pay."

Thud!

Frank suddenly kicked Maron squarely on the chest, sending him slamming on the wall as if he were a ragged doll.

Maron was Birthright rank.

Though it came at the cost of mountainous piles of resources, there was no mistaking it.

Still, Maron regretted that he was Birthright rank soon enough and no average Joe.

If he were the latter, Frank's kick would have given him the sweet release of death.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 677-Regrettably, Maron was undoubtedly Birthright rank.

His eyes rolled up in their sockets as he slammed into the wall. At that moment, his pure vigor protection sent him bouncing back toward Frank, who was rolling up his sleeves.

"Maron Ocean…" He smiled as he slowly walked up to Maron. "I shall teach you a lesson now myself— you don't get to stand above the rest just because you're well-connected. Sure, it's necessary to have friends when you're out in the world, but you need to be able to hold your own before that!"

"Please, no more—Oof!" Maron grunted again as Frank kicked him to the wall again, knocking half of his teeth out.

Watching as he slid down the wall, Frank seized him, slapping him until all his other teeth fell out.

"What's wrong, Maron? Done already?" Frank lifted him into the air even as his face was left swollen, grinning throughout.

"P-Please…" Maron kept begging, his words almost unintelligible.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not done with you yet!" Frank grinned, baring his white teeth.

Crunch.

"Argh!"

Maron's fingers were pulverized even as he let out a blood-curdling scream, while Frank punched his other cheek, leaving his face swollen like a pig!

"No, no, no. This is far from enough! Not after you fucking asked for it!"

Frank bellowed as he lifted Maron into the air again, his fist punching Maron so quickly that they were a blur. Each punch was a violent pounding, crushing all of Maron's bones and his flesh to a pulp.

After all, Frank was finally venting all the fury he had been bottling up for a while. He certainly had no reason to hold back against scum like Maron!

"That's for kidnapping my family!

"That's for threatening me with my sister!

"That's for insulting me repeatedly!

"That's for being a subhuman piece of shit!

"That's for trying to kill your own father!

"That's for laying a finger on Silverbell!"

Frank's crazed bashing ultimately left Maron a literal pulp. Then, punching a hole in the wall, he threw what remained of Maron out, which landed into a portable toilet at the farm outside.

Even as Frank panted heavily, all he felt was catharsis.

He resolved to protect his family with all his might from now on.

He would do his best to prevent another tragedy like when he had to watch his mother die as a child because he had been weak back then.

However, even before he could check on Silverbell, he felt the cool softness of her skin coiling around his body like a snake.

"Donn…" Her passionate moan almost sent Frank over the brink.

Pursing his parched lips, he forced himself to turn and found Silverbell panting heavily, her eyes clearly unfocused.

"Silverbell…" Frank could actually hear the quiver in his own voice.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 678-"Donn… Donn…"

Silverbell pressed herself into Frank's arms, the sensation of her warm, damp skin leaving Frank's mind blank.

Before he realized it, he was in bed, having already taken off his shirt, his body tangled with Silverbell's.

Turning pale in surprise, he quickly tried to get up, but Silverbell had clearly lost all rationality.

She clung firmly onto Frank, refusing to let go as she snuggled against him like a playful kitten.

No man could resist such temptation, and Frank was heaving, his eyes red.

He could do it right then, but his rationality warned him against exploiting Silverbell in her moment of vulnerability.

And it was Silverbell they were talking about—she was at least ten years younger.

He bit through his lip, forcing himself to calm down as he pinned down Silverbell on the bed. Then, keeping his eyes closed, his fingers brushed over her silky smooth skin as he felt for acupoints that could calm her down.

Smack!

Frank struck her acupoints when he found them, but the Passion Dust had already taken root by then. The substance was already flowing through Silverbell's limbs and there was no stopping it—save for holding down Silverbell, stopping her from moving at all while he applied acupuncture.

However, not only would Frank have trouble holding her down, but he did not have that many needles left after using most on Dahok Ocean.

"Damn it!" Frank growled as his eyes darted across Silverbell's body, his body so restless that he could well be burning up.

Biting the tip of his tongue firmly to force himself to stay calm, he took a deep breath.

Then, he extended his hands exasperatedly… - When Quinn received Frank at the shrine, she found his eyes bloodshot as he strode through the gates and asked in confusion, "Why do you look so tired, Mr.

Lawrence? Did something happen?"

"Nothing. It was just a little. taxing," Frank replied, shaking his head while subtly straightening his clothes.

"Huh?" Quinn was left confused.

Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence," Dahok said nearby, seated meditatively.

He glanced at the Sage Lake Sect apprentices around him, relief showing on his weary face. "Maron^"

"I killed him," Frank said shortly.

Dahok's eyes widened for a moment before he breathed a long sigh. "That wretch got what he deserved."

"Master Ocean…" Quinn clapped him on the shoulder, seeing the misery in his eyes.

Dahok took her hands and sighed in turn. "Thank you for helping my sect and saving my life, Mr. Lawrence. I really don't know how to repay you. Without you or Quinn, that wretch would have brought a plague down upon our heads. So just ask if you need anything—Sage Lake Sect would go to hell and back for your sake!"

Seeing such an opportunity, Frank did not hesitate, "I have a need for the Five Elemental Wonders. Even just information on them would suffice."

"The Five Elemental Wonders?"

Unlike the rest, Dahok did not appear helpless when he heard the term.

In fact, he was thoughtful as he said, "We don't have it in our enclave, but I know someone who does— the man always brings it along just to brag in my face, which is why I remember it well

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 679-Frank drove straight to Salazar House with Quinn after leaving Sage Lake Sect.

The Salazars had been messing with him too many times, and there was no reason to let them live now.

Frank called Trevor on his way there, asking him to send his people over to clean up the mess he would make.

Donald Salazar was seated in his drawing room and having a drink with a guest, who happened to be none other than Eron White.

"Mr. Salazar, is it true?" Eron asked, looking hopefully at Donald. "You told me that Sage Lake Sect could restore me as the head of the family."

"Don't worry." Donald spread his arms proudly without hesitation. "Maron Ocean and I had an agreement. Once he takes his place as the sect chief, he will restore my family to its former glory. When that happens, I just need to put a good word in—helping you reclaim your place as head of the White family couldn't be easier."

Seeing how cheerful Donald was, Eron picked up his glass and saluted him fawningly. "Thank you so much, Mr. Salazar."

"You're always welcome, Eron." Donald laughed as he mused to himself and sighed. "You have to know that I had no choice but to avenge my son Drakon— Frank Lawrence is a dead man now that Maron has decided to get involved, and I more or less had my revenge. But…"

"You may speak frankly, Mr. Salazar." Eron smiled encouragingly despite Donald's evasive attitude.

"In that case, I will." Donald looked up. "I heard that your daughter Kim is a real beauty, and I'd like her to marry into my family. Our ties would be even stronger with this union, don't you think?"

"No problem!" Eron smacked his own thigh, agreeing to it without hesitation.

Still, he soon paused and frowned. "But I thought you have no sons of marriageable age now, Mr. Salazar?"

"No, I don't." Donald smiled, rubbing his chin. "I'm going to marry your daughter myself, and she'd hopefully produce an heir for me. I won't force you to say yes if you're reluctant, of course."

Eron was taken aback but once again raised his glass without hesitation. "I already owe you an unpayable debt for agreeing to restore me as head of the family. I have no reason to argue if you're interested in Kim—if anything, it's her good fortune to have your favor." "Hahaha!" Donald laughed at Eron's words, clapping him on the shoulder as he said, "You really are a man after my own heart, Eron! I promise you—our families shall be one!"

Yes, yes, we're family!" Eron agreed and chugged.

Donald just happened to spot Jorg Zayas as he was heading out and hurried to him. "Mr. Zayas! Why don't you come join us for a couple of drinks? It's been a long journey here, and it's the same leaving after this."

Jorg looked at Donald murderously but stayed silent as he chugged his drink and strode off without a beat.

"What's his problem?" Eron was puzzled—Jorg might have been impatient when they first met, but he was at least amicable.

But just now, he looked like he would kill them both right then.

"Oh, don't worry about him." Donald smiled as he reassured Eron. "It's been days since he's had some rest—it's understandable if he's a little on edge. Let's keep drinking and head over to meet Maron Ocean at Sage Lake Sect when he sends word."

"Okay." Eron raised his glass again.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 679-Even as Eron continued drinking, he felt a rising foreboding sensation.As if on cue, Donald suddenly beckoned at a servant to bring pen and paper."Ah, I almost forgot— come on, Eron. Let's have our agreement put in writing, in case alcohol causes our conversation to slip your mind.""In writing?" Eron exclaimed in surprise."Yes." Donald grinned. "Write here that you're willing to have your daughter marry me. My pledge for you in turn is to do my utmost in restoring you as head of the White family. How about that?"Eron was hesitant. "Is that... necessary?""Of course," Donald was suddenly solemn despite his smile. "I am a man of my word, and verbal promises never count in my opinion. Don't you agree?"Eron glanced between Donald's smile and Donald's bodyguards who stood around them, and he felt sweat trickling over his brow.Still, after musing to himself for a while, he suddenly laughed and picked up the pen. "Well, since it's your principle, I shall certainly follow. It's good to have agreements in writing anyway.""Now that's better. You'd know how important this is eventually." Donald laughed heartily.As they wrote a pledge for each other and signed it, Donald even had a servant bring them a stamp pad so they could place their fingerprints.[I, Eron White, pledge to arrange a marriage between my daughter Kim White and Donald Salazar once I'm restored as head of my family.] [I, Donald Salazar, pledge to restore Eron White as the head of his family with all my will and strength.] As both men were given each other's pledges, Donald was grinning broadly after scanning through it, while Eron breathed a small sigh of relief after reading his."Come, Eron! Let's keep the drinks coming. Drink up!"The pledge was left on the table as they kept drinking until their faces were flushed crimson. But even as they were busy mumbling drunken gibberish to each other, there was a loud crash resounding from the doorway!"What's the meaning of this?!" Donald bellowed furiously, slamming his hand on the table. "I said we're not to be disturbed!""Oh, calm down, brother." Eron stood up as well, assuring him with his almost unintelligible speech. "Maybe it's just a servant knocking something over."Heh. It seems I'm not welcome in Mr. Salazar's abode," a voice ingrained into Donald's bones spoke from the doorway just then."Frank Lawrence?!" Donald was suddenly half sober as he stood in disbelief."What?! Frank Lawrence?!" Eron flinched as he turned in shock toward Donald.What was Frank doing here? Did Donald not just assure him Maron would have him killed?!Even as both men were left stunned, a bellow resounded across the room."Donald Salazar!"Donald then saw the figure striding inside with a sword that was still dripping with blood.