The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank's bluntness left Frida rolling her eyes, speechless. "Could you be more patient? Ms. Turnbull can't see you for now, so stay here for a few days. Once the time is right, I'll take you to her.”

"Then tell me what the deal is with the Turnbulls.” Frank snorted in dissatisfaction. “Or am I supposed to just wait here forever?”

"Being impatient doesn't help, and things are still opaque right now." Frida shrugged. "Knowing too much doesn't do you any favors, so I'm begging you now to just trust Ms. Turnbull and be patient, please?”

Frank nodded begrudgingly since Frida was going that far.

And since he was already in Morhen anyway, he would just have to visit the Turnbulls directly if there really was trouble.

"Urgh..." Frida sighed as Frank finally played along and said quietly. "Now that we have an agreement, you should do as I say—wait here, and I'll contact you if anything comes up.”

With that, she leapt into her car and left—she had sneaked out in the first place and needed a proper excuse for being gone for two days, and she could not afford to drag her feet either.

Mr. Lawrence. It must've been a long journey—would you like some tea?" Nash asked, pushing a

the cup, nodding. "I'd have to impose for a few days,

smiled. "Ms. Turnbull saved my life and has been endlessly gracious to me. It's always an honor to repay

saved your life?"

and smiled. "There was this landslide, but Ms. Turnbull had gone the extra mile even for a retainer like me. I'll never forget

is that affable.” Frank smiled

She's perfect in every way— personality, virtue, and appearance. There's only a handful of people who would compare across all of Draconia, though I must say that

he remembered Vicky's sly grin. "You mean

soon smacked his thigh. "Oh, apologies, Mr. Lawrence... Silly me, you must've been traveling for a