The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Elder Huxley walked up to Maron, his tone hesitant. "Master Maron, isn't Frank Lawrence..."

Maron shrugged. "He's better than I thought, able to challenge that bitch as an equal."

"But what about the chief—"

"Silence," Maron growled as he shot him an icy look. "He's barely alive, so shut it unless you want all of us dead!"

"Yes, Master Maron." Elder Huxley sighed heavily.

"Come on, Elder Huxley." Maron chuckled, seeing his concern. "I know that it's hard on you as an elder of our sect, seeing how things have turned out. but would you rather have Sage Lake Sect stay stuck in measly Southdam for another hundred years?!"

it in another way," he continued with an enigmatic smile. "Bocek Ocean is dead, and my father will soon be too. Who else would know what we did? And once this match is over and I have my way with Silverbell, do you know what's going

Huxley shook his head. "I'm not sure. and I'm confused.

us?" Maron laughed confidently and pointed at Frank, who was still fighting against Silverbell intensely. "Why would I be punished? What crime have I committed? It's all Frank's fault for drugging Silverbell with Passion Dust. I was merely aiding her

will benefit from this too, don't you think? The sky's the limit—that is, after we join the Martial Alliance. How is that not better than suffering the whims of my

up, and he bowed in deference. "Your plan is flawless, Master

sat leisurely on the chair that some Sage Lake Sect apprentices brought. "Indeed. Now, let's just wait for the drug to kick in—once it does, we'll blame Frank

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

clash of swords between Frank and Silverbell

a combination of misdirection and blurring speed, Frank's swordcraft continued