Seeing that there was no one else around, Jean calmly walked up to greet Frank. “I’m surprised… You’ve really kept your cards close to your chest!” She had been there with Winter when Frank was personally training her in traditional Draconian medicine, so she and Frank were quite close too. And while she was not as accomplished as Winter, she was a capable assistant to her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frank raised a brow, perplexed.

Jean was glancing at Winter just then, rolling her eyes at her bestie who was smiling stupidly as she leaned into Frank’s chest.

“I’m talking about your family connections, of course,” she said with a snort. “I mean, Governor Quill’s grandson? Tut, tut… You’d be strutting in Riverton if you had told everyone back then, and there certainly wouldn’t be so many problems.”

Frank chuckled at her words, shaking his head. “I just found out myself, and…”

He then paused, glancing coldly at the stairs where Cara fled. “I wouldn’t stoop to taking up such titles, and I have even less desire to be lumped with these people.”

“Huh…?”