The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Moreover, Frank still intended to rebuild Mystic Sky Sect, and a path in martial arts always diverged from a career in politics.

It begged the question-knowing how rotten things were inside Quill Manor now, and as Governor Quill's maternal grandson, could Frank really just stand aside and do nothing about it?

The answer to that was yes.

Taking a deep breath as calm returned to his visage, Frank said, "Tim Cox, Eric Holt... I can sympathize with your troubles, but I have no intention to get involved in Quill Manor's affairs. I have my own things to do, and I won't be staying in Bralog for long.

"But believe me when I promise that I'll tell Governor Quill everything, and I certainly won't allow some heinous wretch to kill him."

Frank's response, however, left both soldiers disappointed-even his promise did not sound persuasive.

One might even say it did not stoke morale at all.

Trading glances, they both shook their heads at Frank in disappointment. "Mr. Lawrence, we won't push you since you don't want to get involved. Just forget everything we said."

"Otherwise, our families would definitely be killed in retaliation."

With those words, they returned inside the buggy, resuming their official task of escorting Frank out.

However, the vibe among them was a little stiff this time.

Beside Frank, Winter asked softly, "Why won't you help them, Frank? They're so... desperate."

"How am I supposed to help?"

Frank sighed softly, "I'd have to

become the governor to resolve this. But I don't want anything to do with the Quills let alone succeed Grandfather. That is the one thing that matters, or their problems would never be resolved, and they know that."

Winter nodded thoughtfully at Frank's explanation.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"But are you going to just do nothing?" Jean asked softly too. "And isn't Governor Quill your maternal grandfather?"

Frank still shook his head. "My concern is his health. As for power struggles and the like, I don't care, nor do I have the time to."

Seeing how stubborn Frank was, Jean certainly could not press the issue further.

Even Eric and Tim appeared to be helpless and despairing up front.

"Farewell." Frank nodded at them as he alighted with Winter and Jean at the gates.

They nodded in turn, silent but clearly looking weary.

Ring...

Just as Frank was about to leave, his phone suddenly rang.

He whipped it out to see that it was from Professor Roberts of Oxenfurt, asking urgently over the phone, "Mr. Lawrence? Please, may I ask if you're in Quill Manor at Bralog?"

"What is it?" Frank asked, but more or less could tell Professor Roberts was calling about Dr. Georg, his student who had stubbornly refused Frank's advice.

"It really is you! Wonderful!"

Professor Roberts was thrilled by Frank's answer nheless and said rapidly, "I couldn't believe it when that boy called me! But I have to ask you for a favor now, Mr. Lawrence... could you please save that fool?"