The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Oh, what are you saying, Mr. Lawrence?"

Pax then smiled and chugged the glass as everyone watched, and he showed it to them like Frank did. "You really don't trust me, huh?"

"No way." Frank smiled in turn.

With that, all suspicions around the room vaporized, and things turned lively around the table.

Cid drank the most as the men clink glasses endlessly, even blurting nonsense that left everyone laughing.

Ned's pretty boy valets even started dancing.

Though Ned obviously tried to talk chatting up Frank repeatedly, Frank always had an excuse to give him the slip, leaving him exasperated.

Then, just as the bottle of white wine was almost finished, Pax burped and rose to his feet, wobbling as he chuckled, "I'm gonna need the washroom.”

"Wait."

on his face as he smiled. "You can

mumbling, "Are you drunk, Mr. Lawrence? Taking off my pants before I get

carrying something

Pax’s drunkenness cleared halfway, but he feigned composure and leveled a pointed look at Ned. "Huh... So you and

"Not really.”

to play along as Pax was trying

pocket, and Pax's face fell right then. "Hey!" Frank was sneering in turn, waving the box of yellow powder. "Nervebreaker, huh? So you have ties to Hundred Bane Sect? Or did you

springing to his feet and glaring at

drinking a lot as well and leapt up while glaring at Pax—so he really

years. I have to carry this around to take when things get hairy, so I'd be spared any torment! I'm not going to poison anyone's