The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1803



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!"

"You don't have to worry about that," Frank replied, calm as ever.

Mickus was left glowering, while Frank waited until he was gone before turning toward Silverbell.

"Pfft..."

To his surprise, he found her giggling, and her divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank spacing out.

Still, she soon realized that 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 Alliance."

"Must be tough being the chief." Frank could not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to look pretty for them..."

"What are you saying?!"

Silverbell pouted at the last part, rolling her eyes at Frank.

Frank chuckled and said, "Alright then. Go on-tell me what you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me."

Silverbell was surprised and was ready to refuse.

Still, she nodded after some thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate businessman, but in reality, he's a heretical geomancer."

"A heretical geomancer?"

It was the first time Frank heard of such a title and was immediately interested.

Silverbell nodded. "I'm telling you

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just so that you'll be careful. He's really unpredictable and his methods unorthodox-you'd fall for it if you let your guard down fora moment. I don't mind telling you that it's my first time dealing with such a case too." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Frank lifted a brow. "Methods such as...?"

"Such as..."

Silverbell thought about it but remained uncertain. "Drinking a fetus' blood to maintain his youth, cannibalistic rituals, devouring dreams..."

"Did you read that from some witch hunting manual?"

Frank chuckled, since it sounded just like those middle-age tomes.

Silverbell blushed. "Like I said, it's my first time taking on a case like this."

"Well then, if it really is just like what those books said, then this heretical geomancer is trouble."

Frank smiled without hesitation. "And to make up for causing your companion to storm off, I'll help you deal with your geomancer." "What about your business...?"

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"There's no rush." Frank waved off Silverbell, chuckling. "I'm waiting for the

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anyway. Since I have the time, I can go with you."