The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 116

Marco disappeared in a flash, leaving Yara frozen in place while Polo kept charging at her!

Yara was trying to threaten Marco so that she could be free, but now that Marco withdrew, she somehow could not move.

She felt as if there was an unseen power keeping her in place, her limbs seemingly held in place by four threads.

Soon, she was watching as Polo's fist approached her face!

"Shit," Yara swore under her breath and closed her eyes in reflex.

But at that very moment, Frank whipped out a silver needle and flicked it at Yara's elbow.

Yara's body lurched as she suddenly launched a punch!

Pow!

Right after that, Yara stumbled backward and landed in Frank's arms.

"Don't move," he whispered into her ears, putting a hand on her shoulder.

There were indeed four threads attached to Yara, connecting her to Jaud's palm.

No one could see the threads under the sun, and it was Jaud who kept her frozen in place just now, directing his vigor to immobilize her limbs!

Yara frowned—even now, she could not move her limbs at all, let alone free herself from the threads!

Frank narrowed his eyes just then. "We're just sparring, Mr. White. There's no need for the next round or to go so far as to get Yara killed, right?"

Jaud chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence. I would've pulled Ms. Quill out of harm's way even if you didn't make your move just now. As you've put it, we're just sparring—there's no need for anyone to get hurt."

"In that case, release the threads."

Jaud simply smiled at Frank. "Come now, Mr. Lawrence. As a fellow mentor of martial arts, don't tell me you can't undo these threads?"

Frank's eyes turned cool. "I warned you."

He unleashed his vigor right then, leaving Yara horrified when she felt the blazing burst of pure energy behind her!

Then, leveling his gaze at Jaud, he said coolly, "It's kind of you to hold back."

Jaud, meanwhile, was gritting his teeth as he slowly said, "Your prowess is astounding, Mr. Lawrence. The young invariably surpass their elders, as they like to say."

Both Marco and Polo were perplexed—Frank was the one sent stumbling backward, while their mentor virtually never moved.

So why were they talking as if Frank had won?

"Are you alright, Mr. White?" Both of them asked.

"I'm fine," Jaud said, shaking his head.

Just then, the door to the private room slowly opened, while Vicky and Donald stepped out.

"What's going on here?" Vicky promptly asked.

"Nothing. Mr. White there just requested a little sparring session," Frank said nonchalantly.