The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Silverbell's bellow actually gave Maron pause, but he wheeled on Frank again. "It was during the last blow—Frank released some sort of powder out of his sleeve. I thought I was seeing things, but it's real!”

"I saw it too!" Elder Huxley bellowed and pulled Frank's sleeve, knocking off a pile of Passion Dust from Frank's sleeve.

"What..." Frank was dumbfounded, as he clearly saw Elder Huxley sprinkle the powder on his sleeve right then.

Elder Huxley simply leaned close, growling a threat under his breath, "Don't you dare argue. You know what happens if you do.”

"F-Frank? Why...?!" Silvebell was wheezing, sweating buckets as her gaze turned unfocused.

Frank remained silent—if he maintained his innocence, Maron would retaliate by hurting Helen and the others.

"See? He's silent because he's caught red-handed!" Maron laughed darkly at Frank and carried Silverbell to the infirmary. "Don't worry—our best healers will cure you soon enough!”

"So that's what he's up to." Frank's eyes flashed violently as he watched them leave, finally realizing Maron's game.

"Well done, Frank. Since you've done this much, we'll refrain from hurting

an agreement. You'll release one hostage after I win,”

Huxley shrugged, his expression smug. "We'll see what Master

alone at the center of the square, his fists

in

he charge into the infirmary and butcher Maron just because he did not want Silverbell to be defiled by that bastard? But he was also afraid

"Chirp... chirp..."

then, a rather big cuckoo perched on a tree branch above Frank, skipping

at him

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