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!"

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

don't have to worry about that," Frank replied,

until he

"Pfft..."

giggling, and her divine good looks and her carefree smile left

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

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

at the last part, rolling her

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

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

"A heretical geomancer?"

of

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

a brow.