The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2787

Jada was perplexed. "You're so powerful that you could claim yourself to be the strongest, yet you're still being so humble?"

Frank chuckled. "Claiming to be the strongest is no issue, but why hoard accolades? When I was younger, I never understood why the best warriors in fiction were so humble, but I've come to understand that strength and reputation are two different things.

"No matter how strong you are, your reputation will be bad if it's bad. Or what, are you going to regulate what people say?"

Jada nodded in agreement.

Strength did not need acknowledgement, and there was no killing ideas, especially if they were right, let alone being petty.

"In that case, being the strongest is more difficult than being a peasant." Jada chuckled. "Peasants can run their mouths as they like, while the strongest need to watch their own behavior."

Frank thought about it. "Well, that's not all there is to it. I can enjoy things others can't."

"Like priestesses." Jada promptly grinned.

Frank smiled but said nothing.

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Everyone was having a barbecue in the garden when a flash shot toward them.

Frank smirked and snatched it out of the air, the light fading and revealing a prayer bead.

Sylvie came over for a look and exclaimed, "That's at least pre-Renaissance and worth a hundred grand, if you can sell it!"

Jada laughed at her words. "And here I thought it'd be worth millions."

Sylvie shrugged. "You have the wrong idea here—not all antiques are worth money, especially prayer beads, since they're not particularly demanding on craftsmanship. They also lack archaeological value, so they're quite cheap."

Crewcut shook his head. "There's no grudge. I'm merely here to enforce justice and slay evil."

Frank was mystified. "I don't think I've committed any evil?"

Crewcut snorted. "You're still denying it? Then let me ask you this—how did Mr. Corvan end up dead?"

Frank raised a brow in realization, as he had just killed the man this morning. "I did kill him, but how did you find out?"

"If you don't want anyone to find out, don't do it at all!" Crewcut bellowed. "Now shut up and die!"

He charged toward Frank, only for the prayer beads around him to turn on him, encircling him as they cast a cage that restrained him.

Shocked, Crewcut exclaimed, "Who the hell are you?"