The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Silverbell had the air of a goddess unsullied, her skin fair as snow, and she kept her hands primly on her lap as she stared at Maron fixedly.

"If memory serves, | should be meeting your sect's chief, Mr. Maron. Or perhaps he's dismissive of my disposition as chief of the Martial Alliance, which explains his absence?" Her words were sharp despite her unsullied appearance. Her voice was cool as spring, and it left Maron's face stiffening right then, even as he forced a smile. "That's not true, Lady Silverbell. My father has always secluded himself in his residence for his routine, but he recently got hurt and is recuperating. He also delegated his duties to me—" "In that case, | shall cback another day." Silverbell rose to her feet right then, ready to leave.

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Maron quickly stopped her, flashing an apologetic smile. "Please, Lady Silverbell. It doesn't mean we don't have any champions to represent us just because my father is hurt." "Really?" Silverbell stopped, saying quietly, "You know the rule. Your champion must last twenty strikes againstto earn a place in the Martial Alliance. However, I've never sensed the presence of anyone who would last five strikes from my sword, and you only get one chance, so you'd do well to be prudent." Damn you, woman! How dare you belittle Sage Lake Sect! Though Maron was cursing Silverbell endlessly in his mind, he was not about to pass up on a chance to join the Martial Alliance.

First and foremost, Cloudnine Sect of South Sea had helped them fight for this chance. And Maron had every intention to use this opportunity to prove that he was superior to his father in charisma and competence and legitimately inherit the sect.

Secondly, joining the Martial Alliance was a good thing—they would gain access to the alliance's resources, while Sage Lake Sect would also secure influence in the a a of Draconia.

Thirdly...

Maron ever so subtly ogled Silverbell's lofty demeanor and her perfect figure.

He could not wait to taste her already.

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In fact, he had lost all interest in other women the instant he laid eyes on her—they were all mundane in comparison to her, and the sense of accomplishment of conquering Silverbell far outweighed the rest.

"Lady Silverbell." Maron smiled. "The elders of my sect drilled overnight to cast a combat ward. They may be personally lacking to you, but if they combine to cast the combat ward, I'm sure even you won't fare well against them." "Really?" Silverbell was actually curious. "Then let them cast it. Showwhat Sage Lake Sect can do." With that, Silverbell strode out of the conclave but paused, as if sensing something, when she passed Frank.

Frowning and glancing at him quizzically, she found his face familiar but could not place it.

It was true that she had met countless individuals as the chief of the Martial Alliance, but there was just something different about Frank. In fact, her heart that had always remained calm thanks to years of conditioning fluttered when she saw Frank's face! "You are...?" she blurted.

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