Deciding that it was not too late to tell Vicky everything after his investigation, Frank decided to leave right then.

On his way out, he told Helen and everyone else that he was leaving and assigned Madfist to protect them while he drove alone to Bralog. This time, he knew the way, so he did not have to impose on anyone.

It took him another twelve hours to reach the hotel Vicky mentioned, where he ran into Silverbell, who was just checking in at the front desk.

Beside him stood a good-looking, long-haired youth who also carried a sword and had the air of a successor to a seclusive sect.

"Silverbell?"

Frank was surprised to see her there, and so was she, though there was soon a hint of joy on her face.

On the other hand, the young man beside Silverbell was frowning at Frank in contempt. "Lady Silverbell, this man is-"

"My fiance, Frank Lawrence," Silverbell replied, striding over to Frank before the long-haired youth could react, even ignoring all the looks of shock as she wrapped her hands around his arm.

The intimate gesture left the man scowling, while Frank was quite stunned too.

slightly, which looked

"Shush..."

she whispered under her breath, clearly telling Frank not to

"Mr. Frank Lawrence, yes?"

toward Frank, his glare threatening although he was offering a handshake. "Mickus Salor, heir to Clear Winds Pavilion." "I

took the handshake, despite noticing the youth's jealousy over Silverbell, and he immediately felt the monumental

vice-like grip

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it out of his meridian

eyes widened, not expecting such power

with that, the handshake continued for over half a minute, with Frank remaining nonchalant throughout. Mickus was at first nonchalant too, but he was now clearly

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