The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1809



"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a perfectly normal deal. Also, you're only the chief of the Martial Alliance because you used your body to pleasure many bigwigs, no? Why else would someone like you get to be the chief of the Martial Alliance?"

While Mickus' mockery left Silverbell bristling, Frank remained impassive as he held up three fingers and counted. "Three."

"What, are you for real?"

Mickus was actually surprised that Frank was counting down but soon snorted in contempt. "I pity you, having a whore as a fiancee. Who knows how many men she's had to spread her legs for "

Smack!

Frank had suddenly slapped Mickus across the face so quickly he could barely see it, shutting him up.

"One." He counted at the same time amid the ensuing silence.

"What..."

Touching his burning cheek, Mickus' expression alternated from disbelief to flushed fury.

"You... hit me?! With that dirty paw of yours?! Don't you know who I am?! Even my father has never slapped me!"

He bellowed as if crazed, pointing at Frank while shouting at the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices behind him, "Don't just stand there! Take him down! I will cut him into tiny pieces! Go!!!"

At his order, every Clear Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights on Frank and charged toward him.

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

She knew how strong Frank was, but she could not stop herself from getting worried as he was being attacked by so many sect apprentices.

"What a loser..." Frank muttered

under his breath, his impassive visage now cold as he looked up. "Since you're so eager to get it from me won't mind playing along!"

With that, he leapt toward the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices, moving so quickly that he was a blur that none could keep up with.

Screams ensued as Frank appeared one moment and disappeared the next.

Even Mickus' expression stiffened as he watched the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices being floored rapidly.

Some were squealing and holding

their broken arms, while others were gushing blood from their noses after having their faces punched in, and there was even one clutching his groin and rolling around in agony.

Either way, in just a minute, none of the pompous apprentices who encircled Frank were still standing.

Frank glowered as he watched them lay around the floor, screaming and howling, before looking up at a blinking Mickus from afar. "N-No way!"

Mickus could not believe it—these were his sect's elites, and he knew very well how strong they were!

His father had sent them to him in hopes that they could curry Silverbell's favor with the usual trick of having a hero swooping in to save the day.

But instead of doing that, these elite. apprentices were all floored in under a minute, and by Silverbell's fiance who had appeared out of nowhere at that! All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was certainly shocking, as even his father, the current chief of Clear Winds Pavilion, was not that strong!

As Mickus stood motionless, his whole body went rigid and he sweated all over his brow.

It was only then that he realized Frank was holding back during their handshake yesterday, just to let him have a way out.

If Frank had wanted to, he could have crushed Mickus' hand right then and there!