The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"The South Sea Crow's declaration of war is no trifling matter," Glen said solemnly. "Frank, you said that you both came to an agreement, and my third brother is left permanently disabled as a part of that agreement. So, why would she break her promise and return now?" He could not ask those questions in the open, but he certainly sounded concerned as he questioned Frank urgently now.

"I'm not sure," Frank admitted his fellow apprentice had promised him and had no reason to go back on her word.

"Are you sure?" Glen pressed.

Frank could see the suspicion in his eyes but nodded in exasperation.

It was in a businessman's nature to be suspicious, and the Turnbulls were Draconia's most successful family in trade and commerce. Words alone would never have been enough to convince Glen-the leader of said family-but Frank had nothing else to offer anyway. If anything, it was normal for Glen to be suspicious, even if he had no idea why Ciaran would resume her vendetta against the Turnbulls.

Coerced by the Lionhearts, perhaps?

Frank was as in the dark as he was and sighed lengthily. "To be honest, I'd be

Frank looked at

Lionheart family and the chief of Volsung Sect-has reached a bottleneck in cultivation. He is in

all out and come for your families' spiritron vein by

Glen nodded and spoke plainly, "I would be less worried if it's really just the South Sea Crow coming at us for revenge. If

we are in a delicate period as we rein in various branch families and assimilate their assets. There's

war so publicly...

the matter?" Frank asked, tapping his fingers on the

been keeping quiet, though they've been keeping a low profile with their movements lately anyway... as if

"Don't worry."