The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

To be honest, Jada really did not want to be Frank either.

It was simple-becoming him meant facing plenty of different issues and having to think through a lot of different matters.

On top of that, the spiritron vein would start messing around for no reason at all.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the office door, and the rogue entered.noveldrama

"Jada, leave us," Frank said and pointed at a bottle on the table. "You can open that."

Jada nodded. "Yes, Mr. Frankton."

After she left, the man picked up the Domaine de la Romanee-Conti and brandished it at Frank. "You're really letting me have this?"

The rogue was not rich, but he had been abroad often enough to know what the wine cost.

Frank smiled. "Why don't you pop it open and find out? Or perhaps you're afraid?" The rogue smirked and popped open the bottle right then, and he chugged half of it directly without using the expensive glass on the table.

"Well done!" Frank nodded. "Don't bother saving the rest for me either. There's plenty more bottles where that came from."

"I'll pass-drinking too much would affect my mind. I'll save the rest for later."

The rogue then planted himself on the couch. "Mr. Frankton, before we actually start, I'd like to know the path in which Mystic Sky Guild will take."

"I can't give you the details for certain matters right now," Frank replied. "But the general idea is to expand our reach to every corner of the country and even the world, like the Martial Alliance is doing. We will be the champions of justice which the darkness fears!"

The rogue nodded. "In that case, I'm yours to command! I know for a fact that there are various families or sects that possess a stranglehold in Shagan and elsewhere. While it would be easy to eliminate them, it won't be easy to remove their influence."

Frank nodded in agreement-families or sects that stood for a certain period of time would have various degrees of influence locally. While they were not exactly philanthropists, the rich could get a little eccentric. As such, there were just as many who liked bad deeds as those who liked good deeds.

Since the latter were never short on money and wanted to look good publicly, those types were all too common.

Frank then asked, "So tell me, what do you have planned for them?"

The rogue replied, "We'll draw them to our cause or if that fails, infiltrate their ranks if you control the king, then you control the vassals.

Naturally, there's also a limitet

drawing people to our cause. If it's some sick bastard we're talking about, we certainly can't let them do as they please."

Frank chuckled. "And you came to me just to tell me that?"

The rogue shook his head.

"Operational details differ according

to the person. I'd like you to give!!!!

the opportunity to challenge myself and present my talent!"

While Frank had no idea what the rogue could do, his speech and mannerisms showed that he was ambitious. His character aside, he most certainly had competence.

Moreover, Frank had plenty of backup. If the rogue proved to be an empty vessel, Frank could ensure no problem would arise.

"Who would you like to work with?" Frank then asked. "BM Group or the Cerulean Summit Legion? Feel free to choose either."

"I'll stick with BM Group." the rogue said. "I know the Cerulean Summit Legion will follow your orders to the letter, but also understand that they really hold no respect for us. Let's

just avoid having emsa

all

Frank smiled again. "So, can you tell me your name now?"

"You can call me Arcus."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

"I'd really rather not reveal that."

"Fair enough. I'll be looking forward to great things from you."

"Don't worry. I'll be back before long!"

Frank smiled but said nothing-Arcus had to be local, with the way he talked. Nonetheless, Arcus returned a couple of hours later with a proposal.

The target was a family named the Costners. They were an unruly bunch who lived here in Shagan and once worked with BM Group to extend their influence.

While the commissioner of Shagan had put his foot down on that family, who could be sure that they would not mess around in the future?