The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time for

worry about

until he

"Pfft..."

surprise, he found her giggling, and her divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank spacing

has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can't give him

not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to look pretty for them..." "What

pouted at the last part, rolling her eyes at

to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell was

thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a

"A heretical geomancer?"

was the first time Frank heard of such a

it if you let your guard down for a moment. I don't

a brow. "Methods such