The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



That much was true-even if Uran had managed to kill Ken himself, there was no saving his legs.

And Uran certainly did not want to stay wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. Even if people would not mock him directly because of his power, they would definitely regard him with contempt.

Uran himself would never be able to get over it either!

"I'll pay you as much as you want, as long as you fix my leg!" he exclaimed, knowing that Rudy must have a reason for mentioning it.

However, Rudy shook his head. "I don't need the money, and I don't care enough to make more. Also, I'll be frank-I can't treat your leg, but there's someone else who can... though I'm not sure if he would help."noveldrama

"Who?"

"Lugh Frankton."

"What?!" Uran was mystified.

He had heard that Frank was extraordinary, even treating Alda's seemingly terminal illness.

However, no matter how good he was in medicine, was he really able to treat an injury like a crippled leg? They were not talking about illness here... Still, Rudy chuckled. "I can see that you doubt me. But have you considered how he managed to acquire the Jaric family estate in its entirety?" Uran was thoughtful at that he was well informed and basically knew anything happening in this town, but he had no idea how Frank had acquired the Jaric family estate in its entirety...

Seeing his silence, Rudy smiled. "You should've seen his ring-it's quite the mystical item. If you can get it, forget healing you you'd move even the stars! Aren't you interested, Mr. Wal?"

Uran was actually aware of Frank's terrific martial arts. But after hearing what Rudy had to say, he promptly jumped to the conclusion that it was strength granted by his ring.

With that in mind, Uran coolly said, "Alright, then tell me... What's your plan?"

The next day, Sally York entered Frank's office with a large chest and placed it right in front of him. "Try this!"

"I'll do it!" Jada volunteered, worried that Sally was not giving up and was still trying to kill Frank.

Still, Sally shook her head. "It's not

going to work with you-only the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein can made it out of boredom, based on the theory that if it could think for itself, then it must have its own memories too.

"With this, you might find out certain matters that the spiritron vein has kept from you."

Jada remained skeptical. "You're suddenly that nice, huh? If you're that eager to help, why didn't you bring this to us earlier?" Sally shrugged. "Believe whatever you want. I brought this here, so just don't complain that I never helped."

And with that, she left, leaving Jada snorting indignantly. "How vile. She's a captive, but she doesn't seem to understand her position. I'm going to discipline her when I can-I'll show her who's boss."

In contrast, Frank did not appear concerned despite being the person in question. He opened the box, picking up the helmet inside.

It looked no different from a normal motorcyclist's helmet, but Frank could sense something mystical about it already.

Nheless, seeing that Frank was taking it seriously, Jada promptly stopped him. "Mr. Frankton, are you really going to trust Sally on this?