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 investigating them,

weird as he did not expect to have a

"Hehe..."

Frank call him grandfather, though his grin became

"And you're Frank's wife?"

turned his attention toward Helen just

pale but did her best to look up at him and

really don't have

courage. Most ladies wouldn't even dare to look me in the eye. It's already amazing you can

from

caught Frank's eye."

"No, sir..."

at

her head. "You're Frank's

too. I'd never flinch or

"Hahaha... Good, good."

happy to hear such words from

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

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