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!"

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

worry about that," Frank replied,

waited until he was gone

"Pfft..."

divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank spacing

her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while,

tough being the chief." Frank could not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various

the last part, rolling her eyes at

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

in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate businessman, but in reality,

"A heretical geomancer?"

first time Frank heard of such a title and

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 first time dealing

brow. "Methods