The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hehe..."

Draco Fisher's fat cheeks were squeezed together, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He rubbed his pudgy hands together, salivating at the beautiful woman before him. "I didn't know you'd be visiting, Lady Silverbell! Sorry for not preparing a reception for you!" "Save the formalities."

Silverbell maintained her cool demeanor as the chief of the Martial Alliance, the look on her face warning others to keep their distance. "I came for one reason I want you to release one of your prisoners." "What..."

Draco's eyes widened at Silverbell's cool yet melodious voice, but he was so fat that his eyes did not widen all that much.

Still, he shook his head and waved her off as if by instinct. "No, no, no. I'm afraid that won't do, Lady Silverbell. You know that Blackwater is under the grand commissioner's jurisdiction. Even as the president's confidants, you can't="

"The person I want to free is not who you think it is."

Silverbell said quietly, "I don't know what bribes you've received or what nonsense you've been told that led to his arrest. However, once you've angered his connections, it won't just be the party who trumped up charges against him-their families, and even you, would be resting in pieces."

"What?"

his grubby cheeks looking especially greasy and repulsive under the bright lights

only ever done my duty and never took bribes or listened to slander. Moreover,

instant-after all, the Lord of the Southern

king on their knees into submission and thus leaving such a fearsome

there many others who had

title alone left Draco's throat dry and his face covered in

is the prisoner

only son," Silverbell

"Huh?!"

knees right then, his

over... It's all over!"