The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

Mickus snorted coldly, not forgetting to threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time for you to suffer!"

to worry about that," Frank replied,

while Frank waited until he was gone before turning

"Pfft..."

her divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank spacing

Frank was staring fixedly at her, blushing as she explained under her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can't give him the cold shoulder since his sect is part of the Martial

not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to look pretty

last part, rolling her

to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell was

nodded after some thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate businessman, but in

"A heretical geomancer?"

time Frank heard of such a title and

you

a brow.

"Such as..."

fetus' blood to maintain his youth, cannibalistic rituals, devouring