The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Elder Fango then asked mildly, "You're the symbol representing the Martial Alliance. Is it really fine for you to leave like this?"

At that moment, Silverbell knew in no uncertain terms that she was not going anywhere now, what with so much work to do and with the Martial Tournament taking place soon. As the chief of the Martial Alliance, she must not leave Morhen unless it was absolutely necessary.

However... "Frank..."

Her thoughts spurred her again, and she looked up to meet Elder Fango's eyes. "This is very urgent. Please understand, I—"

Elder Fango was smiling and shaking his head before she could finish.

He did not say a word, but Silverbell knew she was staying put.

"Frank... Why does it have to be now, of all times?"

thanked Elder Fango,

beset with worry, a legion of police officers

to do with Frank Lawrence! My daughter divorced him a

no connection between Lanecorp and Frank, which left Helen with a bad taste

air in the room awkward, when Helen decided she had

her wrist while whispering with a quivering voice, "Don't you get it?! He murdered the Zamri commissioner! A police commissioner! That's the biggest fuck up if I've ever seen one! Lanecorp would

"So be it."

high and proud despite Gina's bewildered stare. "Frank Lawrence is my husband, and I'm his wife. I'm not getting away if anything happens to him

"Me too."

chuckled as she strode up to Helen, winking at her and grinning. "For a moment, I thought that you'd listen

but