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

have to worry about that,"

glowering, while Frank waited until

"Pfft..."

and her divine good looks

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

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

last part, rolling her eyes

me what you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business,

she nodded after some thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's

"A heretical geomancer?"

was the first time Frank heard of such a title

if you let your guard down for a moment. I don't mind telling you that it's my first time dealing with such a

lifted a brow.