The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1162

Frank finally gave in to his curiosity and frowned. "You called me here just for tea?!"

He had thought a lot about his father along the way here, that pleading look in his eyes and claiming that his days were numbered…

"What, is there a problem?"

Godwin smiled after having another sip of his tea. "Silverbell brews good tea. You can ask her to brew it for you from now on."

"Whatever!" Frank sniffed and turned to leave.

He really thought his father would at least explain himself, but he once again treated him like a child as he always did, saying nothing.

Silverbell watched as she left and turned worriedly toward Godwin. "Is this really alright?"

"What's not alright?"

Godwin smiled and took another sip of his tea. "Don't worry—I've left everything to him that I should, and as they say, ignorance is bliss. If I tell him anything now, he'd be storming our enemy's doorstep and just get himself killed."

"Yeah." Silverbell nodded in agreement despite her conflict, since she knew very well what Frank's temper was like.

Godwin nodded too. "Good. Now tell me about your mission—what was the news from the Martial Alliance…?"

-

Frank was a little upset as he left the mansion, when his phone started to ring.

Frank saluted her. "Don't worry, boss. I'll do it as best as I can, no matter what difficult mission it is!"

"Quit being glib." Helen pouted and continued sternly, "This is serious. You'll be meeting the client in South Morhen, and I know for a fact that she's beautiful, so don't get any ideas!"

"What, are you doubting me?" Frank clapped his chest audibly. "Don't worry. I won't fall for her no matter what she does."

"Why does that sound so unreliable to me?" Helen asked suspiciously. "Whatever. I guess I'll take the trip."

"Ahem. Now that would be a mistake, Helen," Frank said solemnly. "You can question my attitude, but you shouldn't question my integrity. Just think about it—how many women in Draconia can match your beauty? And you think I'd give up on the one I have for some new flame?"

Helen finally giggled at that. "Nice words. I wonder who taught you to be so slick…"