The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Nonetheless, the vial was not budging no matter how hard Sylvie pulled.

As such, she had no choice but to level a doleful look at Frank, hoping that he would help.

Frank chuckled. "I guess that's what they call a spatial storage item!"

"Spatial storage item?" Sylvie was mystified. "As in, like the spatial rings spoken of in novels? Then shouldn't it be light? This thing weighs a ton!"

Frank chuckled. "That's just fiction for you. In reality, nothing can actually remove the weight of an object, so it'd make sense if it weighs a ton.

"That also explains why the coffin doesn't flow rapidly along with the undercurrents. This thing was weighing down on it!"

Reaching out and picking up the vial, Frank let it rest on his palm while Sylvie studied it.

However, she only looked at it briefly before turning back to the jade coffin.

"Why the sudden change of heart?

flashed a pained smile. "Preferences notwithstanding, I know that when something doesn't really belong to me, it will never be mine. If anything, it looks like a gift to you

me?" Frank

spatial vial worked, but that

had already made up his mine to send

that it's actually a tiny script no bigger than a housefly's head. It clearly says it's for you... and that your powers have yet to flesh out in full, so you could start with the

at once excited-did that mean that centuries ago, the maestro had

was a secret only a handful of individuals

was when Sylvie

you'd find this strange, and he was no riddler himself. He simply can't tell you certain details, but he was sure

he still had