The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hmm...?"

Marit did a double take, and her charming expression soon faded as she turned solemn.

"I guess I couldn't hide it from you." She sighed but soon giggled charmingly like she did before. "But I'm telling the truth that I've fallen for you long ago. So how about it? Why don't we just massacre the wretched Turnbulls, and then we can go wherever you want?"

"Well, you know me." Frank smiled faintly, shaking his head. "All I hope is for you to give up on your vendetta against them and stay away." “No chance." Marit's expression cooled. "They killed my sister, and I have an agreement... Wait."

She suddenly paused and flashed an exaggerated grin. "Right... I wonder if this is going to be helpful.”

"What is it?" Frank frowned, suddenly solemn as well.

Marit was grinning so broadly that her eyes were narrowing. "Well, while I am hunting the Turnbulls because of my personal vendetta, I'm also bound by an agreement to do so. Would you like to know who it is?"

a start

it now..." He nodded, musing to himself. "That is a bombshell... and I'm sure that Glen Turnbull and his family won't be able to sleep

water runs deep here in Morhen!" Marit exclaimed. "Everything's cloak and daggers, especially Draconia's very own president. He's so venomous that you'd feel a shiver down your spine! Well, I was just getting weary and wondering if

impassive. "Having another mouth to feed is really no

with the Turnbulls, but

a problem.” Frank nodded without

appeared taken aback but soon smiled

glass dome of the banquet hall. Remaining Impassive, he

person on the floor, who was firmly restrained but struggling