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!"

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

to worry about that," Frank replied, calm as

until he was gone before turning

"Pfft..."

divine good looks

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

Frank could 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 are you

at the last part, rolling her

happen to be in town for some business, and I

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

"A heretical geomancer?"

the first time Frank heard of

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

lifted a brow. "Methods such