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.

Don't you know who

apprentices behind him, "Don't just stand there! Take him

turned their sights on Frank and

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

she could not stop herself from getting worried as he was being attacked by so

loser..." Frank muttered under his breath, his impassive visage now cold as he looked up. "Since you're so

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

ensued as Frank appeared one moment and disappeared

expression stiffened as he watched the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices

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

way, in just a minute, none of the pompous apprentices who

floor, screaming and