The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1804



"There's no rush." Frank waved off Silverbell, chuckling. "I'm waiting for the other party to make contact anyway. Since I have the time, I can go with you."

"Okay." Silverbell did not reject Frank, since she knew the depth of his abilities.

If anything, she felt more confident with his involvement.

With that, Frank booked the room beside Silverbell so that they could stay close, while Mickus stayed in the room opposite Silverbell's.

Late into the night, a blond foreign businessman was seated in his room, sipping wine as if waiting.

A cool breeze suddenly gusted into the room, and the window unwittingly opened.

By the time the foreign businessman turned to look, a towering shadow had arrived.

He sat opposite the foreign businessman, snatching the bottle of wine from the table and chugging it before snorting in displeasure.

Naturally, the foreign businessman was none other than Mobius, who smiled at the shadow and spoke in crude Draconian. "So you kept true to your word, Mr. Shrode. But don't you think your entrance is rude?"

"Cut the crap."

Mr. Shrode snorted. "There are eyes on me, and I need a lot of money to flee the country. So pay me, and I'll give you the spiritron vein. Do you have any problems with that?"

Mobius shrugged. "Money isn't an issue, but the authenticity of your spiritron vein is the key issue here. Would you allow me to appraise it?" "You're still suspecting me, after everything?"

His request actually annoyed Mr. Shrode. "The Lionhearts were the ones who asked me to steal this spiritron vein, but Titus Lionheart broke the agreement and tried to have me killed. It took me great lengths to escape the Lionhearts' pursuit and flee here to Bralog!"

"I'm not questioning your character here, Mr. Shrode,"

here, Mr. Shrode," Mobius said,

shaking his head. "I've already given you my word-if the spiritron vein

you gave me is the real deal, m

master shall grant you immunity, and no one would lay a finger on you within Draconia borders. Or perhaps you really thought that you had escaped the Lionhearts on your own?"

Mobius' words were blunt, leaving Mr. Shrode a little stumped.

Still, he soon chuckled. "Heh. I'm surprised you have such influence even in Draconia. I've really underestimated you people..."

"Time is precious, Mr. Shrode. The spiritron vein, please," Mobius insisted, focused as ever.

"Fine."

With that, Mr. Shrode did not hesitate to take out what appeared to be a stark-white phalange from his pocket and place it on his table. The unassuming object left Mobius frowning. "That's... a spiritron vein?"

"Yes."

Mr. Shrode took a deep breath

before saying coolly, "I went through great lengths to steal it from the Turnbulls. With this, you can recover from any injury that doesn't kill you instantly."

Holding out his arm, he said, "This arm had been hacked off by a Lionheart sentinel. But as you can see, it has regrown in less than two days. Do you believe me now?"This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Well, it is wondrous..."

Mobius's eyes lit up, impressed.

Suddenly, he whipped out a knife from his pocket and sliced off his little finger as Mr. Shrode looked on!