The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel 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?!"