The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Exactly. I too think that Mr. Lawrence's explanation makes sense," the soldier who was driving added.

"What, are you interested in traditional Draconian medicine too?" Frank chuckled.

He was feeling relaxed since he no longer had to bother himself with the Quills' troubles and was cheerfully making small talk with the two soldiers escorting them.

"Haha! Please don't put me through the wringer, Mr. Lawrence."

The soldier driving the buggy shook his head, chuckling. "I've been frequently injured myself and have only learned a thing or two since I visit the doctor all the time. But I'm still nothing compared to you." Then, pointing at his comrade, he chuckled, "That said, you shouldn't underestimate this man now, Mr. Lawrence. He's the treasure of Quill Manor!"

"Really?"

Frank glanced at Winter and Jean, who were both smiling. "How so?"

"Oh..."

shotgun scratched his head. "It's just a moniker that my comrades gave me. Like I said, I only know a thing

pocket, containing simple

smiled and nodded, surprised that a soldier who was basically a doorman could do that

talent was certainly being wasted as a

all I can do. My father used to be a combat

north, but now... Ugh, it's frustrating just thinking about it!" The soldier driving the buggy suddenly snorted,

snapped. "Some

the buggy paused, unable

while, he

softly, "What is it? What are you talking about?" "Exactly,"

"I..."

head. "It's exactly because Mr. Lawrence

"It's alright."