Chapter 1789

Hans Schnee, the commander of the East Coast Base, was never a subordinate to Frank's father, the Lord of the Southern Woods.

Instead, he was a subordinate to Frank's maternal grandfather!

It was actually not surprising that when Frank fled to the east coast from the South Sea, he somehow ended up here by various coincidences and circumstances.

His father was just sending him to his grandfather's side, and there was probably no place in Draconia that was safer than here.

It was therefore not surprising either that the Four Families of Morhen, especially the Soranos, never dared to move against him. As the truth dawned upon Frank, he found some comfort in finding refuge.

However, he remained his rebellious self inside, and he would rather his grandfather did not interfere with his affairs too much. Leaving his destiny in the hands of someone else simply made him uncomfortable.

"You're just like your mother-you don't like me meddling in your life, do you? Don't worry, I'm not going to repeat past mistakes." Seemingly reading Frank's mind, Governor Quill turned to grin at Frank, tousling Frank's hair.

Somehow, his grin was creepy even to Frank.

"I'm just here to check on you, and I'm satisfied to see you healthy and lively.

"As for them..."

his officers. "I'm having my men

weird as he did not expect to have a living

"Hehe..."

old man was pleased to hear Frank call him grandfather, though his

"And you're Frank's wife?"

attention toward Helen

pale but did her best to look

don't have to

me in the eye. It's

from the

caught Frank's eye."

"No, sir..."

at

her head.

I'd never

"Hahaha... Good, good."

was really happy to hear such words from

and started toward the luxury sedan he arrived on, murmuring, "Oh, Tiff... You'd definitely be proud

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