The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 482

Helen was perplexed. "But what?"

Chaz glanced at the other apprentices training around the dojo and leaned in to whisper into Helen's ear, "But you see… as a member of Southstream's Four Families and the chief of the Seaham Martial Artist Association, I naturally have some techniques I don't teach others."

Seeing Helen's bemusement, he flashed a mysterious grin. "You'll only improve after years if you stick to the regiment that the other apprentices are taking. Can you afford to wait that long?"

Helen looked around to see the many apprentices undergoing basic training as well and realized that she was no better.

Chaz then added, "You're always busy with work—surely you can't stick to basic training for years? Come on, there's a sealed room here. I'll teach you my family's secret technique."

Chaz certainly spoke reason, but Helen was not that ignorant.

She mused to herself for a while and said, "It's your family's secret technique. An outsider like myself shouldn't—"

Chaz scowled right then. "What do you mean outsider? We're childhood friends, and you're weighing that against some martial technique? You're discrediting me now."

"But…" Helen was still hesitant, because she knew all too well why she wanted to learn martial arts in the first place.

Owing Chaz a favor just for that was more than what she had bargained for…

On the other hand, Chaz could not wait and kept spouting nonsense just to assure Helen. "It's alright—there's no reason to hesitate. It's just an acupuncture technique that would improve your meridian circulation. You'd never be able to copy it even if you wanted to."

Helen ultimately proved naive, though it would be apt to say she really hated losing to Vicky.

"Hahaha!" Chaz laughed when he saw that.

By the time he was done, Helen's gaze was unfocused and her cheeks flushed.

She kept licking her lips as if under influence as well.

Chaz seized her chin right then and smiled sinisterly. "Hahaha! A Southdam healer from before taught me this trick—no matter how tough a woman could be, they'd soon be a slobbering, thirsty slut! They'd never remember what happened either… and you have no idea how long I've been holding back, Helen Lane!"

He then took a seat, resting his chin on his palm leisurely.