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!"

think you get to

have to worry about

waited until he was

"Pfft..."

divine good

explained under her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion,

at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions,

at the last part, rolling her

doing here. I happen to be in town

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

"A heretical geomancer?"

heard of such a title

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

a brow.