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!"

snorted coldly, not forgetting to threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you

about that," Frank replied, calm

waited until he was gone before

"Pfft..."

her divine good looks and her

she soon realized that Frank was staring fixedly at her, blushing as she explained under her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can't give him the cold shoulder since his sect is

help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to look pretty for them..." "What are you

the last part, rolling

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

nodded after some thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate businessman, but in reality, he's a heretical

"A heretical geomancer?"

of such a title and was immediately

really unpredictable and his methods unorthodox-you'd fall for it if you let your guard down for a moment. I don't mind telling you that it's my

lifted a brow. "Methods