The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Seeing that there was no one else around, Jean calmly walked up to greet Frank. "I'm surprised... You've really kept your cards close to your chest!"

She had been there with Winter when Frank was personally training her in traditional Draconian medicine, so she and Frank were quite close too. And while she was not as accomplished as Winter, she was a capable assistant to her. "What's that supposed to mean?" Frank raised a brow, perplexed.

Jean was glancing at Winter just then, rolling her eyes at her bestie who was smiling stupidly as she leaned into Frank's chest.

"I'm talking about your family connections, of course," she said with a snort. "I mean, Governor Quill's grandson? Tut, tut... You'd be strutting in Riverton if you had told everyone back then, and there certainly wouldn't be so many problems." Frank chuckled at her words, shaking his head. "I just found out myself, and..."

He then paused, glancing coldly at the stairs where Cara fled. "I wouldn't stoop to taking up such titles, and I have even less desire to be lumped with these people."

"Huh...?"

Frank's words left Jean dumbfounded.

be overjoyed just to have some form of connection with someone of

a powerful backer, one

as impressive as the Lord of the Southern Woods, anyone who

Lord of the Southern Woods sounded amazing but was not quite worth its weight in gold compared to

the south, Governor Quill was the commander-in-chief of seven states around

power between both men. Even the Four Families of Morhen would have be respectful in

might say that in those seven states, no one held more authority than Governor Quill-every mayor and senator in his jurisdiction must defer to him. However, though Frank found out recently

even claiming that he did not want to be lumped with the likes

not even sure that

and quit being a simp, bestie! Your brother

understood why Frank was refusing the endless wealth and influence of the Quill, even saying things