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 I am?! Even my father has never slapped

Pavilion apprentices behind him, "Don't just stand there! Take him down! I will cut him into tiny

his order, every Clear Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

herself from

he looked up. "Since

Pavilion apprentices, moving so quickly that he was a blur that none could keep

appeared one moment and disappeared the

stiffened as he watched the

others were gushing blood from their noses after having their faces punched in, and there was even one

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

floor, screaming and howling,