The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1844

Seeing that there was no one else around, Jean calmly walked up to greet Frank. "I'm surprised… You've really kept your cards close to your chest!"

She had been there with Winter when Frank was personally training her in traditional Draconian medicine, so she and Frank were quite close too. And while she was not as accomplished as Winter, she was a capable assistant to her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Frank raised a brow, perplexed.

Jean was glancing at Winter just then, rolling her eyes at her bestie who was smiling stupidly as she leaned into Frank's chest.

"I'm talking about your family connections, of course," she said with a snort. "I mean, Governor Quill's grandson? Tut, tut… You'd be strutting in Riverton if you had told everyone back then, and there certainly wouldn't be so many problems."

Frank chuckled at her words, shaking his head. "I just found out myself, and…"

He then paused, glancing coldly at the stairs where Cara fled. "I wouldn't stoop to taking up such titles, and I have even less desire to be lumped with these people."

"Huh…?"

Frank's words left Jean dumbfounded.

Anyone within Governor Quill's jurisdiction—or everyone in Draconia, for that matter—would be overjoyed just to have some form of connection with someone of Governor Quill's stature.

After all, with such a powerful backer, one could be really fearless.

Even if the name Governor Quill did not sound as impressive as the Lord of the Southern Woods, anyone who knew about the state of Draconia would understand.

Because in reality, the Lord of the Southern Woods sounded amazing but was not quite worth its weight in gold compared to Governor Quill.

While Godwin Lawrence was the head of a single state in the south, Governor Quill was the commander-in-chief of seven states around Draconia's capital of Morhen.