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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1121-Nonetheless, Frank hesitated for a while before clapping Susan on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Turnbull now isn't the time. We need to find out what happened."

"What happened…?" Walter murmured, confused even as he looked around at members of his extended family gathered around him.

He then smacked his head and frowned as he recalled, "Hold on, shouldn't I attend Denise Laine's coming-of-age ceremony? How did I get here?"

"Jet brought you back." Glen turned toward a towering man with hardened facial features, looking around his thirties.

"Jet…?" Walter was stunned, as Jet was leader of the Turnbulls' blackguards and an adopted son of George Turnbull.

"Do you remember what happened at the ceremony yesterday?"

"Yesterday?"

Walter grimaced as he worked hard to recall and shook his head in pain. "I remember Sif Lionheart offering me a toast, and then I got very sleepy… I don't remember anything else."

At those words, the Turnbulls realized immediately that the Lionhearts had done something.

Glen turned toward Frank right then. "Could you find out what happened to Walter?"

Frank certainly did not need imagination to see what had happened to Walter.

There must be a nerve agent that caused hallucinations in the wine Sif offered Walter. Once Walter drank it, it led to him molesting Denise.

"I see…" Glen nodded and sighed in relief after Frank told him that. "I knew Walter would never do that! I mean, molesting the daughter of Morhen's mayor?

Really?"

"Exactly." Susan was smiling too. "He'd never do that. He was set up!"

"What?!" Walter was shocked. "You said I molested the daughter of Morhen's mayor? Impossible!"

"Like I said, it was a set up," Glen said, clapping Walter on the shoulder but soon frowning.

categorize it as an excuse." Content Pausing, he shook his head and sighed. "If anything, I'm sure their patience would have run out, and they'll be barging in soon enough."

Just as Glen predicted, a member of the Martial Alliance arrived outside just then and presented Silverbell with a video camera.

"Lady Silverbell," he exclaimed.

"There's now solid evidence that et Walter Turnbull molested the daughter of Morhen's Mayor Please take a look!

"Hmm?"

One of the elders beside Silverbell glanced at her just then. "So evidence, Lady Silverbell? It seems that wasn't as prudent as you are."

"Uh-huh." Silverbell nodded and tapped on the screen.

The video showed Walter indeed molesting Denise with a sleazy smile, and there was no mistaking him with thè quality of the video. "Now that we have evidence, we don't have reason to waste time."

Silverbell drew her sword and pointed it at Turnbull Estate. "Go! Arrest Walter Turnbull for kisCrime. Rill any who standin Your way!' "Yes, Lady Silverbell!" the members of the Martial Alliance roared as they charged through the front door.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1122-"Hold it! You're not allowed in here!" The Turnbull bodyguards loyally stood their ground, holding the members of the Martial Alliance at the gates.

In turn, Silverbell bellowed at them, "I have evidence of Walter Turnbull's crimes!

The mayor of Morhen has already issued a warrant! Stand in our way, and you will be labeled an enemy of the Martial Alliance and Draconia!" The Turnbull bodyguards traded glances, but they eventually gave in and cleared a path.

Even if a decision would be made to war against the Martial Alliance, it was not up for them to call it.

Moreover, they were not in the right-the Martial Alliance had evidence and were making a legal arrest. Resistance would be equal to harboring a fugitive.

Obviously, Silverbell bade her twaiting for evidence to avoid bloodshed, since violence would ensue if they stormed Turnbull Estate with mere accusations.

"Go!" With Silvebell leading the members of the Martial Alliance, they soon arrived at the bungalow where Walter was.

Storming into Walter's room, she glowered as she snapped, "Walter Turnbull!

You have been found guilty for molesting Denise Laine, daughter of Morhen's mayor. We have a warrant too." Then, looking at the other Turnbulls, she continued, "Should this family continue to harbor this fugitive, that means you are going to war against the Martial Alliance. Make up your mind now!" "What evidence?! Impossible!" Walter exclaimed, leaping off his bed.

He was dead sure he never did anything, even if what Frank and the others said left his heart pounding.

"Hah! Then I shall prove it to you!" Silverbell snapped and held out the video camera.

It was indeed Walter in the video, clearly intoxicating and wobbling under influence. He pretended to greet Denise, and while she was off guard, he lifted her gown.

"What…" The Turnbulls were left staring agape, and disbelief showed on Walter's face.

"I-I didn't do that! That's impossible!" he cried.

Even so, the footage continued Denise was screaming et el as she tried to flee, but Walter caught her, laughing as he tore at her clothes… Content belongs to ŚwThen, the video ended.

The Turnbulls were certainly caught off guard-there was no explaining this, even if they suspected that Walter had been framed.

The evidence was solid.

They all turned toward Glen.

"What should we do, Mr. Turnbull?"

That was when Frank strode up, glazing at Silverbell as he said, "Since the evidence is Solid, we have no choice but to let them take Mr.

Walter. Don't worry, I'll get him out soon-" The Turnbulls were snapping at him even before he could finish.

"No! Absolutely not!" "You're nobody!

Who died and made you king?!"

"Exactly! Why should we lister to yup" Wed may well be confessing our crimes if we handed Walter over!"

Frank stared at them coolly in turn and snorted as he stopped himself.

On the other hand, Glen glanced ata Frank and eventually spoke quietly, "We will do as Frank says: They can take Walter, after which we will work to clear our name."

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1123-"No way! We can't let them take Walter!" "Exactly! We will go down swinging if push comes to shove!" "That's right! We do not fear death!" Glen was left glowering as the rest of the Turnbulls argued in defiance.

"Go down swinging?! Easy for you to say!" he bellowed. "Have none of you considered how serious a blow it would be to our family if we went to war against the mayor of Morhen?! It wouldn't just be the Martial Alliance-if the mayor sends the garrison, we're really screwed!" Looking at everyone around him pointedly, he continued, "At that point, we'd be unable to clear our nwhile we leap into the pit our enemies dug for us! And that's exactly what they want-for us to fight the Martial Alliance!" While most of the Turnbulls were stunned, sstill argued defiantly.

"What, are we supposed to just give up?" "Exactly. Even at best, we'd lose Walter… And our reputation is going down the drain…" Glen simply turned to Frank and said quietly, "Mr. Lawrence has already said it-we will let them take Walter while we investigate the incident. When we do, we will be able to save Walter, even turn the tables against our enemies. Mr. Lawrence has already seen that reality, but the rest of you are disappointingly ignorant." Even Susan quietly admitted to her shortcoming as Glen glared sternly at everyone.

And once they turned quiet, Silverbell strode up and asked, "So? Have you cto a decision?" "Lady Silverbell." Glen nodded politely. "We will surrender Walter, but will you listen to my one request?" "Speak," Silverbell replied, her expression remaining haughty and impassive.

"Walter has been framed," Glen explained. "Someone is trying to drive a wedge between the mayor and our family. That is why I would ask that the Martial Alliance refrains from using violence against Walter, while we gather evidence as soon as possible to expose the real culprit!" Silverbell, however, shook her head. "I can't offer any assurance… You know what the mayor is like, and nothing you say holds sway." "Hehe…" The bearded elder with Silverbell chuckled coolly. "You Turnbulls would harbor a criminal whenke molested Ms.

Laine in public Talk about despicable." "Exactly." The other elder sneered. "I'd be skinning him if I were the mayor." Their attitude left the Turnbulls hesitant, especially Susan, who was shielding Walter behind herself, glowering.

Judging from what they said, torture awaited her husband if the Martial Alliance took him away, and even if he returned, he would not be in one piece.

As such, there was no chance she would let those savages take him! However, that was when Walter sighed and rose to his feet, then walked toward Silverbell and the members of the Martial Alliance.

"Don't bother," he said. "It's my crime, and I will shoulder the consequences myself. It doesn't matte if twas set up it's still acceptable toif I can save my family with my sacrifice." "Walter!"

Susan was sobbing and barely herself.

Glen sighed bitterly too. "It's a treacherous path, but there's gothing else we ga do for now…" With that, the Furnbulls did not argue at all as the Martial Alliance took Walter away.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1124-Even as the Turnbulls could only watch as two members of the Martial Alliance strode up and dragged Walter away, Susan started to chase after them, shouting, "Walter!!!" Glen stopped her, his expression exasperated and his words less than convincing, "I know it hurts, Susan… But you have to be strong.

We will find evidence soon enough…" What the rest of the Turnbull did not notice, however, was Frank hurrying outside, shouting, "Silverbell!" Silverbell stopped in her tracks and smiled stiffly as she slowly turned around.

She really did not want to see Frank in this situation, since it undoubtedly made her look cool. She certainly did not want to leave a bad impression after being apart for so long.

"Frank… Lawrence. Is there something else?" "He's been set up, and there's no doubt about that." Frank pointed at Walter, his tone stern. "A nerve agent was used on him, and he couldn't control himself-no, he doesn't even know what he did yesterday." Silverbell frowned, her expression awkward. "You know that's just your one-sided testimony…" She had to be fair as the chief of the Martial Alliance and show no personal bias.

Frank paused in turn, glancing at Walter, and said with a determined tone, "I'm not giving you trouble, Silverbell. Givetwo days, and I will find the evidence to prove Walter's innocence. In that time, you must not hurt Walter at all. Can you do that?" Silverbell scowled despite his solemn gaze and shook her head. "I can't…" "Even if you can't!" Frank strode up, his presence murderous.

"What do you think you're doing?!" "What, are you declaring war on us?!"

"Insolence!" The members of the Martial Alliance all drew their weapons, bringing them to bear at Frank.

"Frank…" Walter was stunned but soon sighed. "You don't have to worry-" "Shut up!" Frank bellowed at him and strode toward Silverbell, slowly cornering her against the wall.

"Say yes, or will fight the Martial, Alliance right here|ahd now, and none oEyu will leave alive!" His raspy tant left Silverbell shocked, and she turned, frowning. "Who is he? hy do you have to go somet protect him?!"

Contesto english"Don't bother!

What's your answer-yes or no?!" to Silverbell's lips parted repeatedly, but she ultimately could not say no and gave in. "Alright, you have two days…

But if you can't present any new evidence by then, I'll have to hand him over to the mayor Morhen." "No, Lady Silverbell!" The other members of the Martial Alliance were left shocked as Silverbell caved.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1125-The members of the Martial Alliance had no idea what Frank and Silverbell were talking about, but they heard the last part where Silverbell agreed to Frank's request of protecting Walter for two days.

That was virtually impossible with the power that the mayor of Morhen commanded.

His daughter was molested in public, and he was not about to wait two days to retaliate! If anything, Walter would be killed no sooner after they delivered him to the mayor's residence.

Even if Silverbell's position seemed to command respect and authority, as a guardian of Morhen-the heart of Draconia-she was basically a glorified

bodyguard. She would be punished all the sif she insulted the mayor of Morhen, which was why the members of the Martial Alliance quickly tried to stop her.

"Absolutely not, Lady Silverbell!" "You'd be insulting the mayor of Morhen if you do that… It'll ruin your future!" However, Silverbell knew better than anyone the price she would pay if she protected Walter.

Even so, she could not refuse Frank's request, and she was even blushing, her heart pounding when Frank inadvertently cornered her against the wall.

"That's enough. Stop trying to talkout of this," Silverbell said solemnly and sighed. "I'm sure the mayor could affordif it's just two days." "Do you have to go that far, Lady Silverbell?" "For sbrat… For Frank Lawrence?" Silverbell stayed silent.

She could not answer the Martial Alliance elders' questions, but she refused to turn against Frank too.

"This is the last time," she told herself, though her heart was aflutter as she remembered Frank's determined, unyielding gaze. "Donn, you've changed so much over the years…" Frank watched as the members of the Martial Alliance left before returning inside the bungalow. Since he had done what he could for now, he said, "Mrs. Turnbull, I'd like to know where Vicky is." Susan was crying herself hoarse, but she also knew that Walter's safety depended on Frank.

Stopping her tears, she sobbed, "I don't know… She received a letteand left. The letter's over the y 11 Susan fumbled as she passed it to Frank, while Frank's eyes narrowed when he read it.

"What does it say? ben ur OTh asked.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1126-With those words, Glen turned toward Jet and said, "Gather the blackguards and go to Waver Street with Frank. We need to be serious about this."

Frank would rather work alone, but he was not familiar with Morhen and had to agree to Glen's suggestion.

Soon, the blackguards were sortied and departed.

However, Waver Street was very far from Turnbull Estate, and it was night by the time they arrived.

It was certainly a lively place, where people freely mingled, even going at it in the alley.

Curses, cheers, and jeers could be heard from any corner, and Frank actually stood out like a sore thumb.

He split up with Jet before walking down the street as agreed.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna hang out?" A flamboyantly dressed woman stood out in the street, winking at Frank with a cigarette between fingers.

"Come on in! Our ladies are the best!" A middle-aged woman beckoned at Frank.

"Sorry, I'll pass," Frank said, having no interest, and shook his head as he sidestepped them.

At the same time, he was grumbling under his breath, "The perfume from the letter…"

He thought that it would be easy to track down the sender with the distinct perfume on the letter, but the pungent scent of perfumes was everywhere along Waver Street.

It also left him especially annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if she showed up here.

And he was not with her on top of that…

"Hmm…?!"

While the thought left him increasingly anxious, he paused, staring at a certain tavern.

There was nothing innovative about the tavern, and the women were not particularly attractive.

However, Frank could smell a scent identical to the perfume on the letter!

He hurried inside without further ado, and soon, a woman in a belly dancer getup and a veil started downstairs toward him.

"Oh, where are you from, handsome?" She giggled and fanned herself, spreading the scent of her perfume even further.

Frank became even more sure that she was the sender and reared his chin at her as he asked, "Who are you?"

"Haha…" The woman giggled, walking toward him. "Now that's a really strange question, handsome You're the one who barged into my tavern, making no orders and tis questioning who I am. What is that if I not rude? Still… I don't dislike that. I could even say that I like you a lot!"

"Quit speaking in riddles," Frank said sternly, whipping out the letter between his fingers)ás De demanded coolly, "You wrote this letter, didn't you? Come find me if you want to save your father."

Even as Frank leveled an icy glare at the woman, she simply held out a hand invitingly. "Hehe… You really have a sharp nose, handsome, m tracking me downlfrom so far away."

Fkank inadvertently glanced at her cleavage just then-she seemed to be squeezing her breasts together deliberately as she bowed slightly forward while keeping her calm smile. Silent for a moment, Frank eventually sat down at one of the.

booth seats.

"I'll be frank. I'd rather not entertain you…"

The woman brought a bottle of wine and sat nonchalantly in front gfm and sat nonchalantly in front of m Frank, pouring a full glass which she stie Up to Frank. "But there's no helping it. You're just so adorable,

In like you're tailor made for yours truly!

I really can't lie to you…" Content Despite being unable to see her face because of the white veil, Frank could imagine her mischievous smile beneath it.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1127-Still, Frank had to concede that even though she hid her face, the woman's figure was one that could give Helen and Vicky a run for their money.

Her long, fair legs were crossed beneath the table, while her bare belly was flat and her skin smooth. Even her gait alone would set a man's loins on fire, and no average man could withstand her charms-they would fall for her in no tat all.

However, while Frank liked women and did not shy from allowing his gaze to linger, he had no tto waste now, especially with Vicky's safety uncertain.

"Now, now. I know you have plenty of questions, but you must drink this or I won't answer a thing." The woman glanced pointedly at the glass of wine she slid to Frank, her eyes flashing with dangerous desire.

Suddenly, her voice seemed to boom with a mystical power as she repeated, "Drink." Frank unwittingly reached out, ready to pick up the glass.

"Hmph!" He suddenly cto his senses and slammed his hand on the table instead as he snapped coldly, "I'm not here to drink. I don't care who you are-tellwhere Vicky is!" "Oh, you're so tactless!" The woman shook her head in disappointment, but soon, her alluring gaze was sharp like a viper's. "Like I said, Frank Lawrence… Oh, I mean, Donn Lawrence-I'm not telling you a thing if you don't drink." "What?!" Frank was taken aback-she knew who he really was?

"Haha… Don't look so surprised. Still, let's put that thought aside while I deal with a small trifle." The woman smiled and turned toward the doorway.

"Gentleman, there's no reason to hide. Why don't you cout here and announce why you've come?" The men peeking in from the doorway were surprised, but they soon strode in, smiling as they did.

They had over a dozen goons with them and immediately left the tavern congested.

The man leading them said, "I'm surprised you noticed us, Clarity. But we're here for Frank Lawrence-it's none of your business." Another man added haughtily, "Exactly. We know about this place, which is why we have no intention cause a scene, let alone make enemies with you. Just give us Frank Lawrence so that we our jobs, and the status qua to lné can do remains." They were clearly ready to restrain Frank, as every man was a martial artist-even the weakest was an intermediate Birthright rank.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1128-"Now, now. Watch your words now, Clarity," the leader said quietly. "Ms.

Lionheart is an heiress of direct lineage. You will suffer reprisals for your impudent words if the Lionhearts hear what you said." To his surprise, Clarity seemed not to care at all.

"Heh…" She scoffed, waving him off exasperatedly. "That's enough from you. I'm in a good mood, so I won't hold your intrusion against you just yet. However, I like this man, and I've decided no one gets to lay a finger on him as long as he's on Waver Street. Now get out." "What?" The leader was hesitant, clearly fearing Clarity.

Why else would he and his men be trading glances, clearly hesitant about their next move? "Hah!" One of the goons-a peak Birthright rank- trode up, pointing at y g y y g turned toward Frank with an accusing sigh. "Look what you've done, now, handsome. Oh, what should I do now? Hand you over as I'm told?" "Hmph."

Frank snorted coldly and got up, ready to leave and not involve Clarity.

However, Clarity caught his wrist before he could go, pouting, "Honestly, why are you so impatient? I never said I'm handing you over!" She stood up as well and narrowed her eyes at the Lionheart goons with a smile Gentleman, since you're ready to get violent in my tavern, you'd have to adhere to one condition of mine." "What is it?" the leader asked in surprise.

"Stay here forever." "What-" Even before the leader could react, Clarity had waved her hand, releasing a puff of pink powder.

It spread against the air into a pink mist, quickly shrouding the dozen martial artists at the doorway.

"Argh!!!" "Bonemelter?!" Frank's eyes widened in shock and wariness, even as the Lionheart goons screamed hysterically. Soon, they were reduced to nothing but pus in just two minutes after they barged through the front door. Even as Frank glanced at Clarity, he made a mental note that she would be a troubles opponent.

et On the other hand, Clarity was her charming self when she turned back to Frank. "I'm afraid I can't tell you who I am What I can tell you tha this place is where Blackrank missions and bounties are assigned, so you cạn Say that I'm very well-informed."

"As for your beloved… She should be arriving in Jundo Showtown soon, though Sif Lionheart has a whole trove of traps waiting for her." Clarity clicked her tongue as she.net sighed and smiled. "Tut, tut… the road ahead is treacherous for you, but l like you, so you can have another piece of information for free you want evidence that the Lionhearts framed the Turnbulls, don't you?"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1129-Clarity then slid a note to Frank, and the little piece of paper carried her distinct perftoo.

"Here's the address," she said. "Go there and see for yourself, though it depends on your ability whether you find what you need." "Why are you helping me?" Frank asked, glaring coldly and skeptical that she had really taken a liking to him.

"Oh, why won't you believe me? I've been in love with you for the longest time,"

Clarity giggled bewitchingly. "Naturally, I might have favors to ask in the future…

So you can consider this my investment, Mr. Lawrence. Think of it as just owingone." Frank stayed silent for a while before asking flatly in return, "Are you so sure I'll return the favor?" "Hehe. You're a man of your word, handsome. I

gg y y y watched as he turned to leave, giggling. "Hehe… What a nice man. Be careful, Vicky Turnbull… I can barely stop myself now." As Frank left Waver Street, Jet and the other Turnbull blackguards rendezvoused with him.

"Do you know where Ms. Turnbull is, Mr. Lawrence?" Jet asked.

"Yeah." Frank nodded and passed Jet the note.

"What's this?" Jet recognized that the address was not far from where they were.

Frank explained, "You will find evidence that the Lionhearts were framing Walter Turnbull there. Comb through it, and you'll find something."

Jet frowned. "What about you?" "I'll save Vicky," Frank said. "She might already be in danger "¿No, Mo M Lawrenge Quet fefused, clearly concerned about Frank and volunteering himself instead. "The blackguards and myself will go instead." Frank frowned in turn.

"What, do you think you're stronger than I am? You have the numbers, so you're better in a search, while I have the advantage of stealth since I'm going alone. That's the ideal arrangement here." Content belongs to. english"Why should we listen to you?" UMS "Yeah, Glen Turnbull never said we should follow your orders to the letter!" The other blackguards were quick to voice their discontent toward Frank.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1130-Frank snapped at the Turnbull blackguards coolly, "You were sent here, so you should be doing the Turnbulls' bidding as told. I don't care what prejudice you hold against me, but my plan is the best in this situation. So unless you have a better plan, shut up and do as you're told!" While Frank's attitude drew much shouts of disapproval from the Turnbull blackguards, Jet was holding his gaze and said firmly, "I believe Mr. Lawrence's plan makes sense in this situation. We have the numbers, and splitting up makes searching easier." "But…" "No buts,"

Jet snapped, his brow easing as he said quietly, "This address is close from here. The sooner we secure evidence, the sooner we'll be able to assist Mr.

Lawrence." Turning to level an impassive stare at Frank, he asked, "Right?"

"Right." Frank nodded.

"Good. Let's move!" Jet waved, and all the Turnbull blackguards hurried to the address Frank provided.

Frank himself hurried to Jundo Showtown.

Meanwhile, Vicky had arrived outside Jundo Showtown after Clarity told her to go there alone if she wanted to save her father.

She never told Glen where she was going, only bringing five of the best Turnbull blackguards and heading to Jundo Showtown post haste.

It was the Soranos' turf, and a place of vices.

As soon as Vicky arrived, a waiter who appeared to have been waiting approached her, leading her to the elevator that took her down to the first basement level.

Once the door opened, she was repulsed both physically and mentally as she found herself staring at a grand masquerade ball. Naturally, it was a ball only in name-in reality, it was an occasion where the rich and powerful took off their clothes and usual facade, under the anonymity behind their masks.

There was no sanity or morals to speak of here. Pink lights overhead illuminated, the worst of humanity with crowds cheering the scantily dressed women dancing on the stage, all of them intoxicated with alcohol. Sif Lionheart had two handsmen in each arm, and her eyes lit up when she saw Vicky step out of the elevator.

"Hahaha… You really came! Bring her to mel!" she promptly bellowedat the Lionheart bodyguards around her.

Even after Vicky was dragged there and forced to kneel, it took her seffort to recognize the person in the dimly lit room. "Sif?!" "'Hahaha… Didn't expect this, did XXX you?!" Sif laughed.

"I spent a fortune just to have Blackrock pass my message, and you had to fall for such a simple trick.

Tut, tut… You really are the best daughter a father could ask for!"