The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 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.

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