The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

“Frank was touching Kim?”

Jan’s knuckles clenched as he growled through his teeth. “What do you mean?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “He was putting his hands all over Ms. White’s chest, pressing and groping, and she even coughed up blood!”

“What?!” Jan’s veins bulged over his neck–he could kill Frank right then and there!

Kim was a marvelous beauty, but he had never even touched her…

And somehow, a bastard like Frank got to press and grope her?

In fact, he did not care at all that Kim coughed up blood–all he knew he was being cucked.

However, he could not show it since Frank was using the excuse of treating Kim!

“It’s alright, Mr. Yaffe,” Liv assured him just then. “Ms. White is fine now, and your wedding can proceed as scheduled.”

“That’s true,” Jan nodded. “Apologies for imposing. I’ll be leaving now.”

Frank arrived at Creek Orchard early the next morning, where Eron was already waiting outside the front door.

“You’ve kept me waiting, Mr. Lawrence,” Eron said, waving at Frank from a distance.

As Frank moved up close, he promptly asked the question he cared about most. “Has the Earthen Dragonheart arrived, Mr. White?”

“Of course.” Eron nodded. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Frank was relieved to hear that. “In that case, let’s go get it right away-

“Calm down, Mr. Lawrence,” Eron invited cordially. “Why don’t you come in?”

Frank thought about it and nodded.

The servants quickly made them tea as they got in the drawing room.

Eron took a leisurely sip of his drink before asking in curiosity, “May I ask what business you’re involved in, Mr. Lawrence? Why are you so well–versed in medicine?”

“I was orphaned at an early age,” Frank replied evenly. “I just learned a thing or two from my

mentor.”

“Oh, I see.” Eron nodded thoughtfully. “I must say that you have done my family a great favor when you saved my daughter, and I’ve prepared a small present for you.”

He beckoned at his servant, who quickly brought in a large chest of medicinal ingredients. Wonderroot, panacea caps… there was everything one could ask for.

Frank merely leveled a cool glance at it before frowning.

While most of the herbs were all rarities and would cost upward of dozens of millions, the

issue was that he needed none of them.

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“That’s unnecessary, Mr. White,” Frank said. “These aren’t of use to me why don’t you just give me the Earthen Dragonheart instead?”

Eron made an especially awkward face right then. “To tell the truth, Mr. Lawrence… the Earthen Dragonheart is my daughter’s dowry!”

Frank glowered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Eron simply chuckled. “Why don’t you pick anything else from my house? I mean, why obsess over the Earthen Dragonheart when you can take anything you want? Consider it the reward for saving my daughter.”