The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank and Silverbell arrived at the hotel banquet hall at 3 PM as agreed.

Amid the dim glow, Frank was not surprised to see Titus Lionheart seated on an elegant armchair. Azar Salor, the chief of Clear Winds Pavilion, was by his side. And on the other end was a young woman with twintails and who appeared to be in her twenties, appearing bored as she sat on the couch, swiping on her phone. Two black-clad martial elites stood beside her, clearly her bodyguards.

Frank could tell right away that they were from the military, with the disciplined manner in which they stood, along with the hint of bloodlust that could not be hidden entirely. After all, Frank had seen many such men in his childhood, still under the care of his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods.

"You're as slow as a snail. How annoying."

Nonetheless, as soon as the young woman saw Frank enter, she finally lowered her phone and leveled him a look of irritation.

Frank could tell that the young woman was talking to him, but he was not about to humor her.

see the huge clock at the center of the banquet hall

words, Frank was not late-everyone

a random spot to sit, he flashed a subtle glance at the woman, understanding that she was the Ms. Quill that Mobius had mentioned in

clearly been raised in an ivory tower-not only was her taste in fashion a little

of disdain as she snapped, "Were you listening? I was asking you why you dragged your feet. Now I have to waste my time with the

as he had no intention to tussle with an heiress who felt so entitled-and to a

only left Ms. Quill raising her brow in

"Please watch yourself."

eye with an impassive stare. "We arrived at three, just as agreed. You're the one who came early." "So

think you are, telling me what's what? I said you're

pressing her back on the conet he said