The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chatper 431

Chatper 431

Drakon asked icily, "Did you bring what I've asked for?"

Frank pulled out the two billion dollars and the Rejuvenation Pill recipe from his pocket right then.

"Right here."

Drakon beckoned with his finger but was left watching as Frank slid both items back into his pocket and

told him, "Release Vicky now."

Drakon frowned. "Are you telling me what to do?"

Robert snorted in contempt. "A deal is a deal, Drakon Salazar. We've brought what you've asked for.

Now, release your hostage."

"Hahaha!!!" Drakon laughed out loud. "And what gives you the right to negotiate?"

Robert barked angrily, "I am ordering you as the governor of Riverton! You've just committed a

kidnapping?"

"The governor of Riverton?" Drakon scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So what?"

"What..." Robert almost suffered a stroke from Drakon's dismissive reaction.

He was a big deal in Riverton, but the brat was completely disrespectful!

Not about to take that lying down, he leapt toward Drakon furiously, ready to straighten him out!

Drakon simply remained behind his desk, not moving and only watching in apathy.

That was when a silhouette leapt out, kicking Robert before he could react!

All he felt was a fiery agony over his chest as he collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Blergh!" Robert coughed blood even before he could snap at his assailant.

Frank was frowning at the black-clad silhouette in turn.

It was a muscular man with a pale face, his gaze icy and his very presence murderous.

"Who are you?" Robert exclaimed in shock just then, not expecting Drakon to keep someone that

strong around.

The black clad man replied coolly, "Taran Nihill of the South Sea."

Robert was left perplexed—he had never been to the South Sea and was therefore unfamiliar with the

martial elites over there.

On the other hand, Bron was well traveled and had heard of the name. "As in the Nihill siblings, who

are placed 98th of Skyrank?"

The black-clad man chuckled. "I'm surprised anyone in Riverton has heard of us."

"98th of Skyrank...?"

Robert and Frida were stunned—even if the siblings had a modest placement in Skyrank, they would

still not hold a candle to them!

Frank narrowed his eyes, and soon found a woman standing behind Drakon. Her complexion was

much better than Taran's in comparison, and she even looked normal despite dressing fully in black as

well.

Given their matching outfits, she must be the sister.

Bron unsheathed his blade in turn and snorted. "Hmph—you're both just traitors who trained in twisted

martial arts. And now, you're even joining the vile likes of the Salazars. your father will be humiliated if

this gets out."

"And who do you think you are?!" Taran demanded. "Say your name, or I won't even know who I've

killed soon enough.

"Bron Howard, chief of South Alp Sect," Bron replied calmly. "I haven't reached Skyrank, but I do like to

challenge one."

"Then I shall grant your wish!" Taran charged at Bron with a cry, his dagger dancing with the grace of a

butterfly.

Bron moved right then as well, shooting forward as fast as lightning.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Sparks flew as metals clashed, and both men exchanged over dozens of blows in no time at all!

"S-So this is a battle between Skyranks?" Frida was gaping, her eyes simply unable to keep up with

either man's movements.

Even Robert was left in awe too—their level was far beyond him!

Despite being older, Bron was not the chief of South Alp Sect for nothing. His martial prowess was

formidable, just as he was rich with experience.

Soon, Taran was on the backfoot...