The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1802



Deciding that it was not too late to tell Vicky everything after his investigation, Frank decided to leave right then.

On his way out, he told Helen and everyone else that he was leaving and assigned Madfist to protect them while he drove alone to Bralog. This time, he knew the way, so he did not have to impose on anyone.

It took him another twelve hours to reach the hotel Vicky mentioned, where he ran into Silverbell, who was just checking in at the front desk. Beside him stood a good-looking, long-haired youth who also carried a sword and had the air of a successor to a seclusive sect.

"Silverbell?"

Frank was surprised to see her there, and so was she, though there was soon a hint of joy on her face.

On the other hand, the young man beside Silverbell was frowning at Frank in contempt. "Lady Silverbell, this man is—"

"My fiance, Frank Lawrence," Silverbell replied, striding over to Frank before the long-haired youth could react, even ignoring all the looks of shock as she wrapped her hands around his arm.

The intimate gesture left the man scowling, while Frank was quite stunned too.

As he glanced at Silverbell, he found her blushing slightly, which looked especially fitting with her sagely dress and added to her coquettishness. "Shush..."

Still, she whispered under her breath, clearly telling Frank not to speak.

"Mr. Frank Lawrence, yes?"

There was an awkward vibe in the room, though the long-haired youth soon walked toward Frank, his glare threatening although he was offering a handshake. "Mickus Salor, heir to Clear Winds Pavilion."

"I see. Nice to meet you, Mr. Salor."

Frank took the handshake, despite noticing the youth's jealousy over Silverbell, and he immediately felt the monumental grip strength exerted.

"Hmm?" he murmured, as Mickus even buffed his vice-like grip with pure vigor, ready to crush Frank's hand in public.

"Hmph!" Seeing that Micukus was

intent on embarrassing him, Frank

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"You little..."

Narrowing his eyes, he charged his Five-Peat Archaeus, unleashing it out of his meridian nexus toward his palm.

Mickus' eyes widened, not expecting such power from Frank.

And with that, the handshake continued for over half a minute, with Frank remaining nonchalant throughout. Mickus was at first nonchalant too, but he was now clearly having trouble, even sweating down his brow.

That was when he suddenly heard Frank chuckle. "I guess that's something."

He looked up and suddenly found Frank smirking at him in amusement, and...

Bang!

Mickus' eyes widened and his cheek clenched, as he could feel the monumental force suddenly crushing his fingers! Overwhelmed, he gritted his teeth and swung his palm at Frank's chest.

Catching his cue, Frank followed the flow of the shockwave to release Mickus' hand and leapt two meters behind.

Mickus looked down at his palm just

then,

aling as he could clearly feel

that the bones in his fingers were

almost breaking.