The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



With that, only Jean and Winter were left in the room with Frank.

Smiling at Winter, he said, "I'm going to teach you the precepts of DraconianCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

traditional medicine over a month, while you study the rest from there. How about that?""

Winter's eyes lit up-she had seen Frank's skill in medicine, and she would be a great help to him if she could inherit his skills.

She nodded repeatedly at that thought.

"Good." Frank was pleased to see her agree to it. "With this, you'll be even more qualified as hospital chief."

"Why are you still going on about that..." Winter pouted, clearly doubting Frank.

Frank was not concemed, however, even smiling as he patted her head and told her to study well while he made the arrangements.

Jean stood up just then-she was not convinced Frank could get someone like Gene to agree to his request, but Frank had already achieved the impossible one too many times.

At this point, she was just used to Frank achieving wonders, which was why she was the only one most convinced that Frank was telling the truth in that room.

Though hesitant, she asked Frank to train her with Winter, and Frank agreed to it after some thought.

After all, acupuncture was a necessary part of Draconian traditional medicine. If he was training Winter alone, that meant he had to strip down for her practical sessions -it was just too embarrassing.

That was why Frank was keen for the girls to practice with each other.

He was not a hoarder anyway, and he was perfectly welcoming to anyone who was interested in learning Draconian traditional medicine.

With that, they agreed on a date, with Jean and Winter traveling to Zamri in two days. That also meant Frank had the pressing task of finding a mansion, ideally close to Lanecorp, that could accommodate everyone by tomorrow.

As Jean and Winter happily left, Frank remained alone on the private room couch, waiting until around ten minutes later, and someone knocked on the broken door. "Mr. Lawrence? Is now a convenient time for you? We've brought her here."

"Yeah, bring her in," he replied.

The broken door creaked open, and a familiar figure with a bandaged face was flung to Frank's feet.

"Frank Lawrence!"

Naturally, it was none other than Aria Lond, glaring viciously and spitefully at Frank. That did not escape Frank's notice, and he sighed, shaking his head. "Heh. I've done right by you, asking Kim White to spare your life. She even arranged for you to receive the best medical treatment, so why would you seek revenge against me? And not just me... You'd go against your besties too? What did they do to you?"

Frank's cool question left Aria snorting. 'Quit the holier art thou act, Frank! Sage Lake Sect and the White family are all your lapdogs! And you set Jorg Zayas after me, didn't you?!"