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.

of the banquet hall its hour hand reached

words, Frank was not late-everyone else was

Frank picked a random spot to sit, he flashed a subtle glance at the woman, understanding that she was the Ms.

her taste in fashion a little childish, but her very speech persistently carried

Quill shot Frank a glare 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 scummy likes of

who felt so entitled-and to a certain extent, heiresses could be more

Ms. Quill raising her brow in further indignation. "Are you mute?! Didn't you

"Please watch yourself."

at three, just as agreed. You're the one who came early." "So

what? I said you're late, and you are! What a bunch of uncivilized

to her feet, incensed, but Frank caught her, pressing her back on the conet he said nonchalantly, "Why