The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank and Lanecorp kept a low profile as they waited out the storm.

As two months passed, Zamri more or less calmed down as the spiritron vein left the city, evident from the lack of martial elites being admitted to Zamri Hospital. Still, the spiritron vein was not Frank's concern-instead, it was Silverbell.

She was the chief of the Martial Alliance, individually powerful and with plenty of martial artists under her command.

And yet, Frank was worried as he heard that the spiritron vein was no longer in the Martial Alliance's possession.

Even as the thought bugged him, Frank eventually got a call from Fenton-Silverbell's father-one afternoon.

"Master Frank." Fenton spoke calmly as usual, but Frank was sharp enough to notice a hint of worry.

"Tell me," Frank replied, much calmer and a lot less angsty.

After all, he had truly learned that there were people much stronger than him all over Draconia.

I lost touch, and it's been a week. Have you been in touch with her?

surprised Frank.

"Yes."

they never made a move against you after

his tone stern. "Not everything is black and white for clans of martial artists. What they value above all

"I-I do..."

sighed. "Alright, I'll visit the

called him because he wanted someone he could trust to go

daughter, and he would never wish for harm to come to

"Master Frank."

Frank, Fenton

"I know."

and

out as she laid out the dishes, "Dinner's