The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1367

It was very late into the night Frank arrived at Favoni House in Norsedam.

He actually found the ancient furnishings around the residence curious as a servant led him inside.

The Favonis really were a martial arts clan, with everything from the architecture, gardens, to fountains decorated in traditional styles.

He was brought to a drawing room and served a glass of expensive tea.

Frank did not expect such a polite gesture he even thought the Favonis would want revenge.

Nonetheless, he soon found a familiar face.

It was Stella Favoni, wearing form-fitting training robes and appearing shocked to see him there. "It really is you... W-What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me..." Stella's face paled as she thought Frank came for revenge.

Even from her perspective, Frank was the one who was attacked for no reason at Lanecorp, slandered by her family and the Bearsons before being coerced into that duel. They had insulted Frank profoundly, and it was only natural for him to come for revenge now.

Seeing that Stella was anxious, Frank lowered his teacup and shook his head, smiling. "I'm not here for revenge-I'm not that petty."

"No?" Stella blinked and pressed, "Then, you came because..."

"I'm searching for someone."

"Searching for someone?"

"Yes." Frank nodded and said quietly, "I'm looking for the chief of the Martial Alliance. I'm hoping that someone here would know."

"The chief of the Martial Alliance?!"

Stella's gaze flickered even as she heard the title and she quickly said, "I-I wouldn't know, so you should ask my father. He's already been notified, and he will be here soon."

Her flustered reaction naturally did not escape Frank's notice. However, he simply made a mental note, nodding quietly and refrained from pressing her.

He just had to wait and see what her father had to say.

Soon, the man in question arrived in dramatic fashion.

Chet strode toward Frank, flanked by his servants and the Favoni martial artists.

He had a stoic expression and the air of a man who made difficult decisions-clearly the head of the family whom Stella mentioned.

On his left was Edon, who had a strut in his gait and was already glaring at Frank hostilely.

On his right was a pale, bespectacled man in a white suit. He was the youngest of the three brothers, but his eyes were like vipers, and he was constantly sneering, as if he did that all the time. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Favoni." Frank stood up, nodding at Chet.

Formalities were necessary, even before he decided if Chet was friend or foe.

Seeing that Frank was being polite, Chet nodded in turn, his expression calm but stern. "To what do we owe the pleasure, Mr. Lawrence?"

"I won't call it pleasure." Frank smiled as he sat down. "I've merely been asked to replace the chief of the Martial Alliance."

"What?"

Chet did a double take and glanced at Lubor in reflex-which Frank immediately noted and asked, "Would you happen to have a clue, Mr. Favoni?"

Chet did not directly answer Frank's question, instead asking quietly, "May I ask who's asked you, and why you're looking for the chief of the Martial Alliance?"