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.

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

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

order, every Clear Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights on Frank and charged

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

knew how strong Frank was, but she could not stop herself from

muttered under his breath, his impassive visage now cold as he

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

as Frank appeared one moment and disappeared

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

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

none of the pompous apprentices who encircled

as he watched them lay around the floor, screaming and howling, before looking up at a blinking