The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Susan was worried that Frank and Vicky were getting frisky!

As her direct subordinate, Cliff had already told Susan all about Frank’s abilities and was surprised that the normal–looking boy had such talent.

“Then what are you worried about?” Vicky tilted her head.

actually

“It seems that you weren’t listening to anything I’d told you.” Susan sighed in disappointment.

“I’m an adult, Mom,” Vicky’s tone slowly turned sharp just then. “I know what I’m doing.”

Frank certainly noticed the awkward vibes in the room and said gingerly, “I’ll be going if there’s nothing else…”

“Hold it,” Susan snapped coolly.

“Yes, ma’am?” Frank asked, slowly turning towards her.

“We need to talk,” Susan said, putting down her cup of coffee.

She had been doing a thorough investigation on Frank over the last few days after all. After realizing that she was not the lowlife she believed him to be, she decided she could at least give him a shot.

“Feel free,” Frank said, spreading his arms.

Susan slowly got to her feet. “You’ve proven your abilities. If you are willing to provide us with the recipe for the Ichor Pill, I can consider letting you date my daughter.”

Frank did a double take.

What was she saying? Vicky was engaged, and yet Susan had promised to let her daughter date him?

Beside them, Vicky rubbed her chin and glanced between her mother and Frank.

She knew all too well that her mother was planning to split her bet between Titus Lionheart and

Frank.

Even so, Frank shook her head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t give you the recipe.”

Vicky exclaimed in surprise right then, “Why?” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t lowball me after having a taste,” Susan snapped in turn. “It’s a mercy that I’d even let you two mingle.”

Frank said bluntly, “The Ichor Pill’s most important ingredient is the essence of a martial elite who’s mastered their vigor. Can you find one such person even if I give you the recipe? And even if you succeed in that, you should know that their essence is cultivated over years. Would they give it to you to make pills with?”

Vicky nodded thoughtfully–so Frank was not declining a relationship with her. In reality, the Ichor

Pill was too difficult to make, let alone be mass produced.

Susan frowned in turn. “In that case, you’re saying you’re pointless to my family?”

“Mom!” Vicky snapped, spiringing to her feet. “Frank would eventually surpass the Lionhearts. Right now, all he needs is time!”

Susan snorted. “Time? Time is exactly what we don’t have, and we can’t afford to bet on anything

uncertain.”

Vicky frowned. “Give Frank and I a year. Just one year–even if Frank doesn’t surpass the Lionhearts by then, it’s not too late for me to marry Titus Lionheart.”

Susan stared at her in disbelief. “Do you have that much faith in him?”

Vicky looked at Frank as she nodded solemnly.

“Fine, you have one year.” Susan nodded, actually in a daze just then. “I’m going back to Morhen tomorrow–Cliff will stay as a part of your protection detail. I just hope you made the right choice.”

With those words, she turned and headed upstairs, while Vicky breathed a long sigh.

“That’s the second time you’re betting on me,” Frank said flatly just then.

Vicky shrugged and leveled him a helpless look. “It’s not just you. I’m putting myself on the bet too.”