The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"You can name any price," the foreign businessman continued in broken Draconian. "We've heard you mentioning that the effect of the herb is mystical, as it would prolong a person's lifespan. "That's why Mr. Bozad sent me. I'm sure you're aware of his reputation, so I hope you won't try to pull a con, Mr. Droitner."

"Of course." Huub looked utterly confident. "Mr. Bozad has my assurance that should the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom not work as intended, Droitner Inc. has no qualms going down as punishment."

The foreign businessman nodded in satisfaction, while Huub turned to the other foreign businesspeople. "Esteemed guests, the tour of the exhibition is now over. You may rest at the lodgings I've arranged for you-please look forward to Droitner Inc.'s presentation of our new exhibition items tomorrow."

Huub stood in the exhibition hall, watching as the foreign businesspeople left, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Come here." He snapped his fingers.

A goon arrived, bowing respectfully. "Yes, Mr. Droitner?"

"Send someone to Zamri and pressure Helen Lane. Make her force Frank Lawrence to give up the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. If they don't answer, we will have that brat serve those perverted geezers tonight." "Yes, Mr. Droitner." The goon nodded and left.

foreign businesspeople, chuckling coolly. "Magister Boran? Hah! None

with several pretty faces dressed in risque lingerie waiting by

on his pajamas, ready to relish in the pleasures of debauchery,

quickly answered, "Yes,

Paul Droitner, was the current CEO of Droitner Inc. "How did things

stroked the thighs of the lady beside him "They're staying at Windy Moor now,

"Good."

careful. It's fine if you're just tricking a couple of foreign businesspeople, but do not try

of men who would prove to be a match even against Draconia's martial elites. Such a man is not to

Grandpa-I'll definitely get my hands

You're my only worthy successor

those words, Paul hung