The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1808



Silverbell reasoned, "We should just stay out of this, or you will be tried for treason if the deal goes south and the spitron vein really falls into foreign hands."

"Me, tried for treason?"

Mickus stared at Silverbell in disbelief, but he soon reared his head and laughed. "Lady Silverbell, oh mighty chief of the Martial Alliance... you're really getting smarter with words now. Isn't that man your fiance? Aren't you just trying to protect him by lying to me? And do you think I'm some clueless toddler?"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Even as they argued, Mobius frowned. "Silverbell? Chief of the Martial Alliance?"

Frank cursed Mickus under his breath-there would be unnecessary trouble if Silverbell's position as the chief of the Martial Alliance was exposed. Not only would Mobius get suspicious, but they would also have trouble tracking down the heretical geomancer!

To no surprise, Mobius smiled and shook his head at Frank. "I think you should really sort out your domestic issues before coming to me, Mr. Lawrence."

With that, he wrapped the spiritron vein in the red cloth and started to leave the restaurant.

Seeing that, Mickus strode past Silverbell, intercepting Mobius. "What?! Are you trying to run as soon as you get our spiritron vein? Don't you know that it's a national treasure and not for sale?!"

Frank narrowed his eyes at Mickus. He could see from Mickus' greedy leer that he wanted the spiritron vein for himself.

"Mickus Salor!"

Rage showed on Silverbell's pretty face, seeing that the trade had gone south because of Mickus' interference. "As the chief of the Martial Alliance, I'm ordering you to back off!"

"You're no longer the chief of the Martial Alliance!" Mickus bellowed back. "Draconia has no place for you after you've consorted with the enemy!" Then, he clapped his hands, and over a dozen Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices strode in.

Mickus pointed at Mobius and bellowed right then, "Take down that foreigner!"

"Yes, sir!"

Mobius' expression was cold as he watched the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices surround him.

He was not about to give up on something Yohan Bozad needed!

"Eh?"

Still, just as he narrowed his eyes and ready for a fight, he was caught by surprise as Frank strode past him.

Frank was clearly not after him, but he was walking right up to Mickus instead, scowling as he growled, "I have business to conduct with Mr. Mobius here. I will count down to one take your men with you and leave, or I will make you pay

"You and what army?"

Then, lustfully ogling at Silverbell, Mickus flashed a sleazy smile as he continued. "Naturally, I will also be needing the mighty chief of the Martial Alliance to show me a good time... or the elders will know about this by tomorrow."

Silverbell certainly knew what he wanted, and she glowered as she snapped, "You're despicable!"

"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a

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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?"