The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1815



Frank and Silverbell arrived at the hotel banquet hall at 3 PM as agreed.

Amid the dim glow, Frank was not surprised to see Titus Lionheart seated on an elegant armchair. Azar Salor, the chief of Clear Winds Pavilion, was by his side.

And on the other end was a young woman with twintails and who appeared to be in her twenties, appearing bored as she sat on the couch, swiping on her phone.

Two black-clad martial elites stood beside her, clearly her bodyguards.

Frank could tell right away that they were from the military, with the disciplined manner in which they stood, along with the hint of bloodlust that could not be hidden entirely.

After all, Frank had seen many such men in his childhood, still under the care of his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods.

"You're as slow as a snail. How annoying."

Nheless, as soon as the young woman saw Frank enter, she finally lowered her phone and leveled him a look of irritation.

Frank could tell that the young woman was talking to him, but he was not about to humor her.

He could see the huge clock at the center of the banquet hall-its hour hand reached three just as he arrived.

In other words, Frank was not late-everyone else was simply early.

As Frank picked a random spot to sit, he flashed a subtle glance at the woman, understanding that she was the Ms. Quill that Mobius had mentioned in his note.

She had clearly been raised in an ivory tower-not only was her taste in fashion a little childish, but her very speech persistently carried the pride of an heiress.

"Hey, you!"

Ms. Quill shot Frank a glare of disdain as she snapped, "Were you listening? I was asking you why you dragged your feet. Now I have to waste my time with the scummy likes of you! So annoying!"

Frank said nothing, as he had no

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intention to tussle with an heiress who felt so entitled-and to a certain extent, heiresses could be more bothersome than heirs. Content

However, seeing Frank play dumb only left Ms. Quill raising her brow in further indignation. "Are you mute?! Didn't you hear me?"

"Please watch yourself."

Silverbell had enough and looked Ms. Quill in the eye with an impassive stare. "We arrived at three, just as agreed. You're the one who came early." "So you're saying I'm at fault here?"Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Ms. Quill snorted. "Who do you think you are, telling me what's what? I said you're late, and you are! What a bunch of uncivilized animals." "Hey!"

Silverbell sprang to her feet,

incensed, but Frank caught her,

pressing her back on the couch

he said nonchalantly, "Why stoop to arguing with a monkey?"

"Are you insulting me?"

Ms. Quill froze, blinking in disbelief-no one had ever spoken to her like that!

"Nope."

Frank shook his head and turned away serenely. "Just being factual."

"You bastard!"

Ms. Quill could explode at Frank's calm but scathing insult, just as Titus chuckled breezily beside them. "Ms. Quill, don't get so upset with Mr. Lawrence now. He's always had a sharp tongue and wouldn't lose to you in verbal sparring. You'll be disappointed if you try to one-up him in that department."

"Hmph!"

Ms. Quill snorted after listening to Titus but decided to ignore Frank as Titus had advised.