FreeNovelChapter 817 Frank sighed, shaking his head, ~~ "Fine." He was not actually keen to teach Kat martial arts. Someone close to her had puta seal on her to stop her from becoming a martial artist. It was most likely Nash or her mother.
Somehow, Kat's prodigy proved unstoppable, and she honed her vigor despite the seal with sheer talent.
It certainly stoke Frank's interest in grooming talented individuals.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Focus your vigor on your wrists, and release everything when you throw a punch. Like so—hup!" Frank gave a quick demonstration, jabbing into the air.
wy "'YeUNUS There was a popping sound as an apple on the table shattered into pieces.
"This is the most basic martial il technique —the Skyrush Jab," he i finished, not telling Kat that it was a ’ | Mystic Sky Sect technique.
| ) / "Amazing!" Kat was delighted to see | Frank demonstrate his technique and ran back to her room to train, Frank sighed, unsure as to how this would turn out.
Either way, having honed her vigor, Kat was now half a martial artist.
In the afternoon, Frank was training in his own room when he heard a car arriving at the cottage.
He quickly opened his eyes and made
sure he was well dressed before leaving his room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfterall, he recognized the car engine sound —it was Frida Blue's car.
As he headed downstairs, he realized that Frida had not come alone—there was another woman, escorted bya group of burly bodyguards. She was dressed in luxury items from head to toe, wearing so much makeup she appeared pale. Though she was carrying a little dog in her handbag herself, she was pinching her nose with a look of utter contempt.
Frank glanced at Frida. "Who's this...2" Frida made a troubled look as she introduced the woman to Frank. "This is Yonca Wells, Ms. Turnbull's aunt."
SW 719 BONUS "Aunt?" Frank frowned. "Where's Vicky?" "Oh, are you stil] obsessing over / | Vicky?" Yonca snorted, clearly overhearing Frank, Though she was busy patting her dog's head, she shot Frank a look while asking sarcastically, "Frank Lawrence, was it?" "Yes," Frank strode forward, his attitude cold as he sensed that she was hostile.
"Tut, tut..." Yonca shook her head after studying him from head to toe, "And here I thought you'd be a looker... It really begs the question of what drugs you're feeding Vicky." "That's none of your business, is it?" Frank, already frustrated that he was
not seeing Vicky, was not about to be polite.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Yonca frowned and snapped at Frank right then.
Frida could see that things were getting out of hand and quickly tried to mediate. "Please, Mrs. Turnbull. Don't forget that you're not here to start a fight." "I know. You don't have to remind me." Yonca shot her a look of disdain, snorting. "I can't stand this backwater place and savages. Forget not bowing to me—he dares to speak with me in that tone!" "Here." She whipped out a check from the handbag where the dog sat, rolling her eyes at Frank. "What are you spacing out for? Take it!"
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