The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Hehe..."

Draco Fisher's fat cheeks were squeezed together, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He rubbed his pudgy hands together, salivating at the beautiful woman before him. "I didn't know you'd be visiting, Lady Silverbell! Sorry for not preparing a reception for you!" "Save the formalities."

Silverbell maintained her cool demeanor as the chief of the Martial Alliance, the look on her face warning others to keep their distance. "I came for one reason I want you to release one of your prisoners." "What..."

Draco's eyes widened at Silverbell's cool yet melodious voice, but he was so fat that his eyes did not widen all that much.

Still, he shook his head and waved her off as if by instinct. "No, no, no. I'm afraid that won't do, Lady Silverbell. You know that Blackwater is under the grand commissioner's jurisdiction. Even as the president's confidants, you can't="

"The person I want to free is not who you think it is."

Silverbell said quietly, "I don't know what bribes you've received or what nonsense you've been told that led to his arrest. However, once you've angered his connections, it won't just be the party who trumped up charges against him-their families, and even you, would be resting in pieces."

"What?"

Draco was left sweating all over his face at Silverbell's threat, his grubby cheeks looking especially greasy and repulsive under the bright lights overhead.

after some thought. "You must be joking, Lady Silverbell. I've only ever done my duty and never took

in an instant-after all, the Lord of the Southern Woods had

carved a bloody path into Talnam, forcing their king on their knees into submission and thus leaving such a fearsome reputation that it

many others who had accomplished such

mention of his title alone left Draco's throat dry and his face covered in

he stammered. "Who is the prisoner to

only son,"

"Huh?!"

knees right

over... It's all over!" Draco

neb

had tried give Frank the Willbreaker in an attempt to tame him, only for Frank to tum the tables

about the situation,

he could only stand outside and yell at Frank, since he did not dare to do anything aside from threaten

out that the man was the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods. What was that if not

of this prison, but he was really nothing