The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Hehe..."

Draco Fisher's fat cheeks were squeezed together, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He rubbed his pudgy hands together, salivating at the beautiful woman before him. "I didn't know you'd be visiting, Lady Silverbell! Sorry for not preparing a reception for you!"

"Save the formalities."

Silverbell maintained her cool demeanor as the chief of the Martial Alliance, the look on her face warning others to keep their distance. "I came for one reason—I want you to release one of your prisoners."

"What..."

Draco's eyes widened at Silverbell's cool yet melodious voice, but he was so fat that his eyes did not widen all that much.

Still, he shook his head and waved her off as if by instinct. "No, no, no. I'm afraid that won't do, Lady Silverbell. You know that Blackwater is under the grand commissioner's jurisdiction. Even as the president's confidants, you can't—"

"The person I want to free is not who you think it is."

Silverbell said quietly, "I don't know what bribes you've received or what nonsense you've been told that led to his arrest. However, once you've angered his connections, it won't just be the party who trumped up charges against him their families, and even you, would be resting in pieces."

"What?"

Draco was left sweating all over his face at Silverbell's threat, his grubby cheeks looking especially greasy and repulsive under the bright lights overhead.

However, despite being clearly afraid, he still probed Silverbell tentatively after some thought. "You must be joking, Lady Silverbell. I've only ever done my duty and never took bribes or listened to slander. Moreover, I'd also like to know on whose behalf you're..."

"The Lord of the Southern Woods," Silverbell replied bluntly.

Draco's face fell in an instant-after all, the Lord of the Southern Woods had a reputation in the country.

He once carved a bloody path into Talnam, forcing their king on their knees into submission and thus leaving such a fearsome reputation that it kept Talnam at bay to this day.

Were there many others who had accomplished such feats?

In fact, the mention of his title alone left Draco's throat dry and his face covered in sweat.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"T-Then..." he stammered. "Who is the prisoner to the Lord of the Southern Woods...?"

"His only son," Silverbell replied.

"Huh?!"

Thunderstruck, Draco dropped to his knees right then, his whole body shaking.

"It's over... It's all over!" Draco cried.

His brother Tigris Fisher had tried to give Frank the Willbreaker in an attempt to tame him, only for Frank to turn the tables and hold Tigris hostage for half a day now.

When he was informed by Tigris' flunkies about the situation, he rushed to the cell where they were right then.

However, he could only stand

outside and yell at Frank, since he did not dare to do anything aside from threaten Frank when Frank held his brother hostage.

And yet, despite his threat, he now found out that the man was the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods.

What was that if not suicide?

He might be the warden of this prison, but he was really nothing compared to the great Lord of the Southern Woods.

Not only did his own brother try to

torture the man's son, but Draco himself also yelled at Frank from outside his cell for quite a

while even punishing the restal

the

inmates by having them starve for one day because of Frank

Did that not mean he had offended Frank in no uncertain terms? What could he do when Frank came for him?

Draco shuddered at the very thought!