The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank puffed his chest confidently. "It's simple-I will cure Jaden, while you tell me where the chief of the Martial Alliance is. How about that?" "Pfft."

Lubor was laughing as soon as Frank finished, watching him in glee. "Mr. Lawrence, do you think we are as stupid as you are? Who would believe your bullshit? I've said many times-the Soulbleeder is a novelty Hundred Bane Sect created, and only our elders can stop it. Watch out, or you'd bite your tongue if you keep making shit up."

Frank remained calm despite Lubor's scorn, shaking his head as he said, "I can see that you are caught in a dilemma, Mr. Favoni. So how about this? Take me to your son, and you tell me where the chief of the Martial Alliance is if I succeed. If I don't, I will take responsibility... though I'd be infected too and die for my lies anyway. How about that?"

Chet paused at Frank's confident offer.

It was only natural that he did not want to hand over the chief of the Martial Alliance to Hundred Bane Sect. After all, that would just be handing over leverage against them.

Moreover, it was ideal for Chet if Frank really cured Jaden, as he would not be ruffling any feathers while his son was saved.

was therefore no loss to him, just as it would not be too late to

Frank, a Favoni sentry rushed inside, delight all over his face as he dropped

shocked, but delight soon showed

healer there is, and an authority of medicine in the East Coast-even the Four Families of Morhen went to him when one

front door to receive

despite Abel's name

Abel would never cure the Soulbleeder, as it was

idea what the poison contained and tried to counteract

would refuse to get involved, and Frank knew that Abel would not

Abel and convincing him not to be reckless and get

two Favoni sentries drew their swords and stopped