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.

yours?! Don't you

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

apprentice turned their sights

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

knew how strong Frank was, but she could not stop herself from getting worried as he was being attacked by

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

Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices, moving so

as Frank appeared one moment and disappeared the

Mickus' expression stiffened as he watched the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices

holding their broken arms, while others were gushing blood from their noses after having their faces punched in, and there was even one clutching his

of the pompous apprentices who encircled

them lay around the floor, screaming and howling, before looking up at a blinking Mickus from afar.