The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Many others are getting caught in the fight too!" The Turnbull sentry then finished.

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All the Turnbulls present were frowning at the report, each of them annoyed.

If they had known those rogues were so unmanageable, they would not have called for them at all.

After all, Rob was here, with hundreds of soldiers all armed to the teeth.

With these trained military men, getting rid of the South Sea Crow was as good as done.

In contrast, the martial artists were not necessary, and each day they stayed added further problems for the Turnbulls-like they were doing now, fighting among themselves, with many Turnbull servants getting caught in it. What a waste of time and resources.

Rob spoke up then, saying, "Dad, those trash would only cause further disharmony in this house, while being totally useless. I'll chase them all away right now, so that the family's reputation won't be tarnished." With that, he rallied his men to head to Ballroom Three, when Frank stood up.

"Rob Turnbull," he said. "Those men are unruly, but they aren't useless. We just have to find out what's causing the confrontation and make the troublemakers leave, instead of chasing them away. Their skill would definitely prove useful in the future." "Useful, my ass!"

Rob snapped at Frank right then, giving up all pretenses of civility. "I am the next head of the Turnbull family! Who do you think you are, telling me what to do and obstructing me at every turn?! I said I can handle this myself, and I will!"

"As for you..." He glared at Frank pointedly from head to toe, growling coldly, "You're as insolent as you are self-important. Once I'm done with that trash, you're next!"

With that, he put on his beret and strode off with his men without looking back.

"Darling..."

Vicky appeared out of nowhere, tugging on Frank's hand, worried that he would get upset since he was here to help.

If anything, Rob was behaving like an ingrate.

"I'm fine," Frank said, nodding.

Glen came up to keep the peace too. "Please don't take offense, Frank. The boy never believed in martial arts since a child, and he's always been so stubborn. I'm sure he'll change his mind once he sees the true strength of martial artists."

Frank, however, disagreed-from where he was standing, Rob clearly never came back to eliminate the South Sea Crow.

And he knew that there were many powerful martial artists in the military, such as Hans Schnee, base commander of the East Coast, and Frank's own father, the Lord of the Southern Woods. NovelDrama.Org

On the other hand, Rob clearly had beef with Frank and those martial artists, which made Frank suspect his motives.

"Come on, let's go see," Frank said, squeezing Vicky's hand.

Glen beckoned for the Turnbull sentries to follow as well, and everyone rushed out of the central ballroom straight to ballroom three.

Earlier in Ballroom Three, where all

the martial elites invited by the Turnbulls were gathered, it was a rowdy affair with every type of martial elite present-proud apprentices of various sect, elderly men with dark looks on their faces, fearsome burly brawlers, and even elegantly dressed ladies.