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.

chuckling coolly. "Magister Boran? Hah! None of you

returned to his coastal mansion an hour later, with several

to relish in the pleasures of debauchery, his phone on the

answered,

current CEO of Droitner Inc. "How did things go with those

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

"Good."

"My boy, you need to be careful. It's fine if you're just tricking a couple of foreign businesspeople, but do not try to play Yohan Bozad. Got it? The man is dying, but

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

Huub grinned. "Don't worry, Grandpa-I'll definitely get my hands on the

only worthy successor in Droitner

words, Paul