The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Whatever I do is none of your business." Frank snorted.

He could not care less about Ferdy. Not only was he lacking as a doctor, but his only concern was also money and his own vanity-there was no virtue of a traditional Draconian healer in him at all. "You have a problem with me?" Ferdy scowled, seeing that Frank remained ever pompous.

"Calm down, Ferdy. He's not worth it." Jim quickly tried to smooth things over just as they were about to get out of hand again.

This was his family's business, and any trouble here reflected badly on them.

"I'd be straightening you out if not for Jim." Ferdy pointed at Frank as he snapped, his fingers almost touching Frank's face. "Do you really think you're tough? Strutting around when you don't even have a medical license?"

Frank still ignored him, standing impassively with his eyes fixed on the front entrance, as if waiting.

"Whatever."

Seeing that Frank remained unresponsive, Abel sighed and said, "I'll be waiting inside, Mr. Lawrence." "Yeah." Frank nodded noncommittally.

stay here

though he was a little aggrieved even as he watched his grandfather

Lawrence, my grandfather said you're well-versed in traditional Draconian medicine and could save a man from

"Misdiagnose?"

glanced at him calmly, shaking his

do I get the feeling

when he realized something. "Wait, you're expecting

nodded calmly, not bothered

"Hahaha!!!"

clutching his stomach. "What can I even say about you? How thick-skinned could you even get... Well, how about making a bet?" "A bet?" Frank