The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a perfectly normal deal. Also, you're only the chief of the Martial Alliance because you used your body to pleasure many bigwigs, no? Why else would someone like you get to be the chief of the Martial Alliance?" While Mickus' mockery left Silverbell bristling, Frank remained impassive as he held up three fingers and counted. "Three."

"What, are you for real?"

Mickus was actually surprised that Frank was counting down but soon snorted in contempt. "I pity you, having a whore as a fiancee. Who knows how many men she's had to spread her legs for=" Smack!

Frank had suddenly slapped Mickus across the face so quickly he could barely see it, shutting him up.

"One." He counted at the same time amid the ensuing silence.

"What..."

Touching his burning cheek, Mickus' expression alternated from disbelief to flushed fury.

me?! With that dirty paw of yours?! Don't you know who I am?! Even my father has

Frank while shouting at the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices behind him, "Don't just stand there!

Clear Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights on Frank and charged toward

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

could not stop herself from

breath, his impassive visage now cold as he looked up. "Since you're so eager to get

the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices, moving so quickly that he was a blur that none could keep up

one moment and disappeared

as he watched the Clear Winds

gushing blood from their noses after having their faces punched in, and there

just a minute, none of the pompous apprentices who encircled Frank were still

glowered as he watched them lay around the floor, screaming and howling,