The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Deciding that it was not too late to tell Vicky everything after his investigation, Frank decided to leave right then.

On his way out, he told Helen and everyone else that he was leaving and assigned Madfist to protect them while he drove alone to Bralog. This time, he knew the way, so he did not have to impose on anyone.

It took him another twelve hours to reach the hotel Vicky mentioned, where he ran into Silverbell, who was just checking in at the front desk.

Beside him stood a good-looking, long-haired youth who also carried a sword and had the air of a successor to a seclusive sect.

"Silverbell?"

Frank was surprised to see her there, and so was she, though there was soon a hint of joy on her face.

On the other hand, the young man beside Silverbell was frowning at Frank in contempt. "Lady Silverbell, this man is-"

Silverbell replied, striding over to Frank before the long-haired youth could react, even ignoring all the looks of shock as she wrapped her hands

man scowling, while Frank was

he found her blushing slightly, which looked especially fitting with her sagely dress and added to her

"Shush..."

under her breath, clearly telling Frank

"Mr. Frank Lawrence, yes?"

long-haired youth soon walked toward Frank, his glare threatening although he was offering a handshake. "Mickus Salor, heir to Clear Winds Pavilion." "I see.

the handshake, despite noticing the youth's jealousy over

he murmured, as Mickus even buffed his vice-like grip with pure vigor,

was intent on embarrassing him, Frank was naturally

eyes, he charged his Five-Peat Archaeus, unleashing it out of his meridian nexus toward

eyes widened, not expecting such