The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 632

The valet named Fenton replied respectfully, "Sixty-three years, sir."

"And your daughter… I heard she's doing well in Morhen?" Godwin asked.

"More or less." Fenton nodded, chuckling. "Word has it that she's the leader of the Martial Alliance or some thingamajig. We'd never understand what the young ones are up to these days."

Godwin turned toward his valet and old friend with a smile. "Well, Frank's alive. Does their betrothal still count?"

"Of course, my lord. I'll send word to my daughter right away and have her depart to Riverton and protect Master Frank immediately."

"Good." Godwin nodded in satisfaction but soon shook his head and sighed. "Danger lurks in every corner of Draconia. We can only wait until that silly boy comes around!"

"He's wise beyond his age. He will eventually understand your plight, sir."

Both men were still speaking when a uniformed soldier suddenly entered.

"Sir!" He saluted Godwin.

"Report." Godwin was suddenly the figure of authority from earlier. His age and exasperation seemingly lost in an instant, replaced by a quiet might and detachment.

"Sir, General Rambada of Talman is asking to see you."

"Rambada?" Godwin chuckled coolly, glancing at Fenton as he growled, "It seems like those brats have come to cause trouble again."

"Hahaha… Spare the rod, spoil the child."

"Then let's give them a spanking as per usual!" Godwin slowly rose to his feet, his grim presence as a military man overflowing.