The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

With that in mind, Frank looked up and shouted, "Sir, I don't have the spiritron vein with me, but I know where it is. I appeal to your forbearance as my senior to grant me the favor of releasing my family, and I will take you to it!"

Silence ensued across the rundown temple at Frank's words, as the person lurking in the shadows pondered.

Soon, his elderly voice spoke again. "Very well. Since you're a man of principles, you have my trust."

He then emerged from the shadows, an elderly man with gray hair and a steel mask covering half his face strode out. His expression was cold, and he carried a string of prayer beads in one hand.

Frank's heart skipped a beat when he saw him-the terrible pressure that man projected made it clear he was Transcendentrank!

He could not help remembering what Sienna Noirot of Cloudnine Sect told him... that dangers lurked everywhere across Draconia.

And now, it was clear that he lacked vital knowledge on the martial elites in play.

Still, he did not flinch and walked past the elderly man with a steel mask, heading deeper into the temple.

There, he found both Nash and Carol, bound and gagged.

"Frank, what is going on here...?"

Carol appeared confused as Frank took off her gag.

Frank put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "We can talk later after we get home."

Both Nash and Carol nodded and tamely did as told.

"Thank you, sir." Frank thanked the elder, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting as Frank led Carol and Nash outside.

"Don't thank me yet." The elder

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sneered when he saw the trio. "You promised to take me to the spicitron vein so don't try to trick me, else..."

"I'm a man of my word," Frank said.

Even as he, Carol, and Nash got into his car, the elderly man with the steel mask was already riding shotgun and smiling at Frank.

Frank did not dare say a word and quickly started the car and drove to Lanecorp Tower.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As he did, he called Kat and Winter, telling them that Carol and Nash were safe.

And just in case, he added that if anyone came asking for him, they should just point them in the

direction of Lanecorp Tower, telling them that the spiritron vein was there.

"Master Lawrence, what's the spiritron vein?" Kat asked in curiosity.

"Ignorance is bliss!" Frank snapped and hung up.

When he did, he remembered what his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, had told him.

"The less you know, the better... and one day, when you have to face it all alone, you will understand that I have not been weak."

A troubled look appeared on Frank's face.

He had been relishing in the delight

of rising to the ranks of the strongest individuals of Draconia.

He even believed that his revenge.

was in sight, and he would be able to rebuild Mystic Sky Sect.

Now, however, just encountering one of the champions who had cultivated in seclusion made him understood.

It was a situation where even his father must yield.

And realizing that, Frank understood why his father chose silence like a coward following the death of his wife, quietly allowing it to happen.