The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hahaha..."

Maron was laughing as he came over, throwing an arm around Frank's shoulder. "Lady Silverbell, this is my friend, Frank Lawrence.”

"Frank Lawrence...?! No, that's impossible.”

Silverbell's cool gaze flickered for a moment, showing confusion and reminisce. However, it only lasted for a moment as she regained her cool composure, and she threw those thoughts away.

She had come to East Draconia for Frank Lawrence—Donn Lawrence, to be precise.

Fenton, he let Donn do the naming. However, Donn was just a boy at the time, and the wind chimes dangling beneath the roof just happened to catch his attention. He suggested Silverbell right then and was

ten, when his mother was slain in a revenge killing. Under the rain and thunder, Frank clutched his mother's lifeless body and cursed her father for being too much of a coward to avenge his own

ways from his father and

since they had last met—she had since become a woman

all about. Given Maron's attitude, however,