The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Watching as Frank slowly walked toward himself, terror struck Mickus' heart.

"Stop! Don't move!" he shrieked. "I-I'm warning you... I'm the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion! If you lay a finger on me, my father will make you pay, you hear?! He's Ascendant rank, and he-" Smack!

Naturally, Mickus' threat was pointless as Frank slapped him viciously across the face again once he got near, knocking out almost every tooth.

"On your knees. Apologize," he growled, impassive.

Mickus was left clutching his cheek and staring at Frank in disbelief.

Although there was no emotion on his face, the coldness in Frank's eyes left Mickus shivering.

He realized that Frank might be some novice who did not care about his threats and would keep hitting him if he threatened him again.

After fighting with himself inwardly, Mickus turned with a conflicted look toward Silverbell, mumbling through his lips, "I-I'm sorry, Lady Silverbell " "On your knees!" Frank snapped coldly behind him.

"What..."

Mickus felt thoroughly dehumanized.

Winds Pavilion-even if he did not rule Bralog, he was a big deal, with screaming fangirls following him wherever he went. Many rich families would fawn over him and

to kneel to a

Unacceptable!

have the noble chief of the Martial Alliance to go down on her knees and show

fantasy and reality certainly left him

"Stop!"

was when a rich voice suddenly bellowed from the

quickly turned to delight when he turned toward the voice and saw the one man he

than his father, Azar Salor, chief of

Dad!!!" Mickus cried, finally finding