The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank and Lanecorp kept a low profile as they waited out the storm.

As two months passed, Zamri more or less calmed down as the spiritron vein left the city, evident from the lack of martial elites being admitted to Zamri Hospital. Still, the spiritron vein was not Frank's concern-instead, it was Silverbell.

She was the chief of the Martial Alliance, individually powerful and with plenty of martial artists under her command.

And yet, Frank was worried as he heard that the spiritron vein was no longer in the Martial Alliance's possession.

Even as the thought bugged him, Frank eventually got a call from Fenton-Silverbell's father-one afternoon.

"Master Frank." Fenton spoke calmly as usual, but Frank was sharp enough to notice a hint of worry.

"Tell me," Frank replied, much calmer and a lot less angsty.

After all, he had truly learned that there were people much stronger than him all over Draconia.

"Silverbell and I lost touch, and it's been a week. Have you been in touch with her? She was last seen with the Favonis in Norsedam."

Fenton's information surprised Frank. "The Favonis?"

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Fenton sighed. "The Favonis answer to the Martial Alliance. With Silverbell keeping them in line, they never made a move against you after you dealt against Jaden Favoni." "Didn't I clear my name already? It was the Bearsons who—"

"Master Frank," Fenton stopped him, his tone stern. "Not everything is black and white for clans of martial artists. What they value above all is reputation-do you understand that?"

"I-I do..."

Frank sighed. "Alright, I'll visit the Favonis right now."

He naturally understood that Fenton called him because he wanted someone he could trust to go looking for Silverbell.

She was his only daughter, and he would never wish for harm to come to her.

"Master Frank."

Instead of thanking Frank, Fenton

for a moment and

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"I know."

Frank paused and nodded firmly.

As he hung up, Carol called out as she laid out the dishes, "Dinner's ready!"

She and Nash had moved to Frank's mansion in Zamri, Cologne Court.

It was more spacious here than the Skywater Bay hilltop mansion, was roomy even with plenty

people staying there. Context

"I'm skipping dinner, Madam Zims," Frank told her as he put on his coat. "I have an errand to run." "Oh, what's the hurry? You can go after dinner!" Carol rebuked him, as if she was Frank's mother.

Life had changed for her and Nash ever since Frank saved them and moved them to Zamri.

Helen had rented a stall in Lanecorp Tower's cafeteria, selling meals for five dollars without charging profit.

The food was good too, and Helen, Vicky, and everyone else often bought from them.

As Lanecorp staff were widely

praising them, Nash and Carol

earned everyone's respect-there were even staff from other

companies who sneaked over.net

have their lunch in the Lanecorp cafeteria.