Chapter 1800

"Tch." Vicky was folding her arms before her chest, pouting unhappily as she watched Frank leave her and head into the hotel alone. "You keep saying one thing but doing another… Hmph!" Frank naturally heard that but pretended not to hear her and hurried away. The night passed serenely, and by the next morning, Frank had more or less recovered from pent-up fatigue after recovering for a night. He examined his body to find that while most of his injuries were healed, there were still lingering conditions, though none of it would affect his combat ability. However, his phone rang just as he was about to leave and find Vicky. It was a call from an unfamiliar number, which left Frank perplexed as he did not give anyone other than close acquaintances his number. Still, he answered and heard a voice speaking broken Draconian, "Hello, Mr. Lawrence." It was obviously a foreigner, and Frank promptly demanded, "Who are you? How did you get my number?" "Calm down, Mr. Lawrence. I mean no