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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 841-"Ned… I'll kill you… You—"

Ned punched Yed in the face even before Yed could finish threatening him, sending Yed slamming into the ground.

Yed's bodyguards rushed forward, ready to save him, only to see Frank shifting his weight between his legs.

"You can keep coming if you don't mind dying."

The bodyguards all paused right then in fear, caught in a dilemma as they watched Frank fold his arms before his chest.

That was when a mini tram bounded down the cobblestone path and a Janko retainer leapt out.

"M-Mr. Lawrence!" he cried. "Ciril Janko has gone amok—please, you have to help him!"

"Amok?" Frank frowned, his expression suddenly cool. "I was very clear about not touching him. Did you not follow my instructions?"

"W-We did." the retainer paused awkwardly. "But we were distracted for a moment, and Hal climbed on top of Ciril, and."

"Save it." Frank waved him off. "I get the idea. It was planned ahead anyway."

Frank then turned toward Yed, whom Ned had clobbered into a pulp and was barely breathing. "Even the brat's shenanigans were probably deliberate—Yed here had most likely put him up to it."

"Yed put him up to it.? Oh!" It was only then that the retainer saw Yed, held by the collar by Ned. "W- What's the meaning of this, Ned?"

"It's exactly as you can see!" Ned bellowed.

He was just feeling spirited from immense catharsis, his chest feeling light never before.

Turning toward the retainer, he flashed a cool smile and said, "Yed here has already confessed to poisoning our father. but that's not all. He was ready to kill both myself and Mr. Lawrence here and would have succeeded if not for Mr.

Lawrence. Father would have died with the truth eternally buried!"

Then, turning to Yed's bodyguards, he bellowed with strength and authority that he long kept concealed, "I'm now asking all of you as the next head of the Janko family: Was there a single lie in my words? Confess!"

His pressure overwhelmed Yed's bodyguards right then, and all of them dropped to their knees.

"Y-Yes."

"Yed Janko has admitted that he poisoned Master Janko."

Seeing that they were not confessing under coercion and instead out of guilt, the Janko retainer turned in disbelief toward Yed. "What on earth… How could you do this, Yed?! He's your father! He treasured you so much—how could you be so heinous?!" "That's enough," Frank said, stopping them. "I'm leaving to check on Mr. Janko now. And Ned, don't kill your brother yet—we still need his confession. And from what I can see, even your stepmother was involved."

Ned did a double take, his expression troubled by Frank's instructions.

Though Yed remained silent throughout, Ned kicked him as hard as he could once again.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 842-Ned spat, "Guess you're lucky this time!"

"Oof—"

Yed coughed blood as he collapsed, unconscious.

Frank and the Janko retainer then hurried into the mini tram that the latter came on and returned to the main Janko mansion.

"Whoa…" Frank was actually surprised to see only half the mansion was left standing.

At the same time, Ciril's wild rampage was still continuing, and most of the Janko retainers Lothar brought were either dead or maimed.

Even if Ciril was saved, the damage to his family was already done.

"Is Mr. Lawrence here yet?!" Lothar shouted when he saw the mini tram return, wiping the blood off his lips and appearing guilty when he saw Frank.

If only he had known that Hal would ruin everything. He should have just killed that brat from the start and be done with it!

"Please, Mr. Lawrence." he cried. "You have to help us! Save my brother!"

"Ciril." Frank appeared shocked even as he watched Ciril Janko from afar.

The man's skin was beet red as he fought several Ascendant rank Janko retainers at the same time.

One would expect nothing less from the Jankos—one of Morhen's most illustrious families—just as Ciril's place as their leader was undisputed.

The sheer depth of his strength—even in the absence of a rational mind, or the boost of pure vigor— was quickly wearing down the Ascendant rank Janko retainers.

Lothar could certainly see that Frank was impressed and promptly pleaded, "That's my brother for you. That's why he's one of the high elders in the Martial Alliance and one of their best fighters. If he falls, our family could well fall apart."

"That's why I'm begging you, Mr. Lawrence. Help him. Just get him back to normal, and I'll pay you another 800 million. No, even eight billion is not out of the question!"

"Pfft. Don't tell me that the check is going to bounce too, just like Yed's?"

Somehow, Frank found it appropriate to chuckle and joke despite the situation.

On the other hand, Lothar was gaping. "What?! That brat didn't pay you?!"

"He eventually did. I had to work for it, though." Frank smiled and nodded.

Rising to his feet, he looked out into the distance with a somber gaze, watching as Ciril wheezed one moment and growled like a wild beast the next.

"Peak Ascendant rank, huh?"

Frank certainly knew that he was no match for the man. To even stand a chance against that man, he needed sufficient time to charge his pure vigor or some miraculous natural wonder that could bolster his cultivation.

While he would be unrivaled against anyone below Transcendent rank if he reached Ascendant rank, Frank still had to admit that he could not win outright here and now.

"Restrain him," he said. "Buy me five seconds."

"Five seconds?! Alright!"

Lothar gritted his teeth as he strode out from behind a collapsed pillar, looking at the remaining Janko retainers around him as he bellowed, "You heard Mr.

Lawrence! He'll save Ciril, but we first need to restrain Ciril and buy him time!

Together now!"

"Alright!"

Ten retainers leapt toward the rampaging Ciril at Lothar's orders.

At the same time, Frank slid into a corner. He chanted a mantra as he unleashed the Five-Peat Archaeus, his pure vigor equal in strength with each of the Janko Retainers.

Lothar glanced at Frank unwittingly just then, shock showing on his face.

"I-Is that the true depth of his power? He's just completed Birthright-rank, but his pure vigor is so condensed… Is there anyone in Draconia who could rival him if he reaches Ascendant rank?!"

"Argh!!!"

That was when a red-eyed Ciril clawed into the concrete floor with a single bare hand.

Then, pulling out a boulder larger than the size of a man, he threw it straight at Lothar!

"Terrapin Remittance!" Lothar suddenly bellowed, and headbutted the boulder, shattering it into pieces!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 843-Frank glanced at Lothar, inwardly impressed. "Such immaculate defense technique."

While Mystic Sky Sect apprentices were instructed in secret techniques taught since time immemorial, there were plenty of other secret techniques passed down among other clans and sects. Naturally, each of such techniques had something that made them special, but Frank had the advantage of the FivePeat Archaeus.

It was just a basic technique that the chief of Mystic Sky Sect had personally taught him back in the day. However, as long as a technique adhered to the rules of the five basic elements, Frank could use the Five-Peat Archaeus to observe, emulate, and even improve on it.

That was how he could copy anyone else's technique so freely from the start!

"Basilisk Remittance!" Frank bellowed as he cast the technique Lothar just used. Focusing the projection of yellow pure vigor around his feet, he shattered a boulder flying at him with a kick!

Pow!

At the same time, an elderly man in white garb whose beard was dyed with blood rushed to Ciril's side, catching and restraining his left arm. "Sorry about this, Mr. Janko!"

"Save your manners for later!" another middle-aged Ascendant rank Janko retainer shouted as he leapt to Ciril as well, locking his shoulders and forcing him to the ground.

"Skyshaker!" A fat lady bellowed as she descended from above, aiming her immense buttocks on Lothar's waist and pinning him down!

"Argh!!!"

Even as Ciril struggled violently, Lothar reached them as well and grabbed one of his legs.

"Just bear with us, brother! It will be over soon!" he shouted. "Now, Mr.

Lawrence!"

Frank certainly did not hesitate—he could well see that the four Ascendant ranks were barely holding Ciril.

Appearing beside them even before the retainers could see him move, he called out, "Hold him steady!"

Then, whipping out a silver needle, he thrusted it with perfect precision into Ciril's chest.

"Have a Serenity Pill on top of that…" Frank added as he shoved the pill down Ciril's throat, and tapped him in the dead center of his ribs.

"Halt!" he bellowed.

Abruptly, Ciril's whole body stiffened, and he was suddenly lying prone on the ground as if losing all strength.

Seeing that he was finally stopping, the four Ascendant ranks restraining Ciril all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Even Frank thought Ciril was subdued as well, when Ciril suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a scarlet more intense than before!

"Huh?!"

"What?!"

The Ascendant ranks restraining themselves were certainly stunned, caught off guard when Ciril suddenly moved, sending them flying!

Only Frank was left standing in front of Ciril, and this time, Ciril was using his pure vigor!

"Move, Mr. Lawrence!"

"Argh!!! Terrapin Breaker!!!" Ciril bellowed in madness as he launched his fist at Frank's head, yellow pure vigor cracking around it even as it left the ground around them rumbling.

Everything aside from Frank was already sent flying—it went without saying what would have happened if Ciril's fist had struck Frank in the head.

And everyone who could see it certainly knew.

"No! That's my brother's signature move! Run, Mr. Lawrence!" Lothar yelled on top of his lungs when he saw that.

Ned just happened to be alighting when he saw Ciril and Frank, panic immediately seizing him and leaving him at a loss.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 844-Yed, who was thrown to the ground, could see ahead with his one good eye, which soon lit up with excitement and delight.

"Hahaha!" He laughed raspily and shrilly. "That's what you deserve… Hahaha!!!"

It was not just him—everyone could see it too, the moment when Frank's head would blow up like a watermelon.

Ned's fingers clenched on the car door and closed his eyes in anguish!

"Hmm."

On the other hand, Frank was simply watching as Ciril's fist streaked toward him thunderously.

At this moment, he genuinely understood that the Jankos truly had the disposition to replace the Lawrences as one of the Four Families of Morhen.

Even in a stupor, Ciril could wreak such devastation upon all around him. In all certainty, he could prove to be a match for Fenton, Frank's father's valet!

However, there was no way Frank would fall here.

"Death Eater," he murmured, and a burst of red pure vigor unfurled away from Frank like a raging storm.

As everyone was left stupefied, the death aura released caused the temperature around them to fall by over a dozen celsius!

"T-That's the Death Eater.. The signature move of the Lord of the Southern Woods, which he used to carve a path of carnage into Talnam…"

Lothar immediately recognized the technique Frank used. Being an insider himself, he quickly realized who Frank really was.

After all, the Death Eater would only be taught to heirs of direct lineage, and no one else.

In other words, Frank was the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods!

"Could he be the only missing apprentice of the Mystic Sky Sect, Donn Lawrence?!"

Even as the thought struck Lothar, Frank moved.

"Terrapin. Breaker!!!"

Within a single split second, Frank replicated Ciril's technique and launched it at Ciril.

Fist met fist, although Frank's knuckle was shrouded with streaks of blood-red bolts that flared brighter than Ciril's pure vigor.

Bang!!!

A horrific explosion erupted around Ciril right then, and a blinding flash soon ensued, stunning everyone around them for an instant.

Then, a surging heat wave unfurled, blowing apart what remains of the main Janko mansion.

The luxury cars that were parked outside were all sent flying, rolling as they crashed into the distance.

Hal, who had been hiding in a corner throughout, screamed as the heat wave sent him soaring into the air, before landing square on the rebar his father was holding on to for dear life.

Shunk!

Yed had never seen his own son's chest being pierced by the rebar and was even pulling him down as hard as he could to block the debris flying towards him.

When the storm finally subsided, the Janko retainer closest to Ciril finally dared to open their tear-filled eyes.

And when he did, he was frozen stiff, shock showing his face when he saw what was before him.

"Bleurgh…"

Lothar had to cough out a mouthful of dust and wipe his face as hard as he could, before turning with considerable effort toward the epicenter.

Then, he too was left stunned.

He had imagined many outcomes. but not this!

When Ned regained his vision and scrambled to his feet to look as well, he was equally stunned.

Soon, everyone else saw it—Frank's shirt was torn into pieces, but he stood his ground, his expression impassive while the death aura around him was gone.

On the other hand, Ciril—head of the Janko family and a man who had reached the peak of Ascendant rank—was topless.

And he was on his knees, staying motionless in front of Frank.

Clearly, Frank won the collision of fists between them.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 845-"Alright, quit spacing out now."

Frank's calm call brought every Janko to their senses. "I've pacified Mr. Janko now—his left arm is broken, but he just needs bed rest for a period and he'll be fine."

Walking up to Ned, he clapped him on the shoulder, leaving him stunned and confused. "Huh? Wha…?"

"Go," Frank frowned, clearly hinting that he should clean up the mess and earn his keep as the next head of the Janko family.

When Ned finally understood, he forced a smile at Frank and nodded repeatedly.

Striding forward, he instructed the terrified servants to carry Ciril to another mansion to rest.

After that, he beckoned at the bodyguards.

Yed, who was still staring blankly at his son's corpse, was dragged to the middle of what remained of the main mansion.

"Speak!" Lothar bellowed at him. "Did you or did you not poison your father?!"

With Ned, the family retainers and Lothar encircling him, Yed became well aware that it was all over for him.

His heart only sank further when he saw that his son was dead.

He hung his head lifelessly, admitting to his crime wordlessly.

"Insolent scum!"

"You bastard!"

"To think that I was ready to pledge my service after you succeed Ciril!!!"

"You're worse than vermin!"

The Janko retainers were screaming at Yed upon his confusion, almost sent over the edge by his attempt to kill his own father.

They had always known Yed was ambitious, but they had never dreamed that he would attempt patricide!

And every single retainer present had been fighting alongside Ciril as he built his dynasty, and their loyalty to the man was unshakeable.

It was no wonder why they were incensed when they saw the extent of Yed's treachery!

That was when an ashen-faced Paula ran out of nowhere, throwing her arms defensively around Yed as she howled, "Stop yelling at him! I was the one who poisoned Ciril! I did it—kill me if you want!"

"What?!" Lothar's cheek was clenched when he saw how protective Paula was toward Yed.

They were no mother-and son, and they were both in their thirties—everyone just needed a little imagination to know what their relationship really was.

"Scum… Both of you are scum!" Lothar was shaking with rage, pointing at them as he bellowed, "Such deceit, betraying my brother's trust! Die like the vermin you are!"

Swish!

Lothar turned as he drew a machete from a bodyguard's grasp, ready to cut Paula and Yed into pieces!

"Uncle Lothar!" Ned cried as he suddenly strode in front of Paula, stopping him.

"What?! Are you really taking their side, Ned?!" Lothar was barely coherent in sheer rage, jumping to conclusions right away.

"No way. I'd never take their side." Ned shook his head. "I'm just thinking that Father should be the one who punishes them for their heinous actions. Don't you agree?"

His usual cowardly demeanor gone, Ned's tone was firm, even carrying a hint of cool authority

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 846-Lothar did a double take before laughing heartily in realization. "You're right, boy… Well, that's decided!"

And seeing no protests from the retainers, Ned issued orders. "Lock them up.

Once my father recovers, he'll be informed about everything, and he'll punish them as he sees fit."

Then, walking up to Frank, he began, "By the way, wasn't Yed saying he was conspiring with—"

The cool voice of a woman interrupted before he could finish. "Hmm? It seems that things have gotten lively here. Did I make it in time?"

Lothar and the Janko retainers all turned toward the voice and frowned when they saw who it was.

Ned strode forward, glowering as he demanded, "Who let you in here, Sif Lionheart?!"

The woman in question was dressed in a leather skirt, a military jacket, and a black Draconian beret, escorted by over a dozen bodyguards as she alighted.

She casted a brief glance of disdain at Ned before looking around and asking, "Where's Yed? Why isn't he here to see me?"

"Answer my question!" Ned bellowed at Sif, not cowed by her haughtiness.

"Who let you in here?! This is Janko family property, and you Lionhearts have barged in here uninvited. What is the meaning of this?!"

"Hah!" Sif snorted as she glared at Ned's sideways and laughed coolly. "Since when does my presence need your approval, eunuch? Who do you think you are? I'm here for Yed—where is he? Bring him here!"

Seeing that she was full of herself, Lothar strode up as well, glowering. "May I ask why you're here, and without informing us at all? Or have the Lionhearts become this impudent, convinced you can walk all over the Janko family?"

"Could you shut up?" Sif snorted. "I'm here for Yed. This has nothing to do with rejects like you."

Both Ned and Lothar glowered at Sif as she kept insulting them even after barging into their home. as if they were inconsequential!"

That was when the lifeless Yed, who was being dragged away, suddenly came to his senses.

"M-Ms. Lionheart! I'm here! I'm right here!"

He bawled and howled, even as he suddenly freed himself from the bodyguards' restraint with a burst of strength that came out of nowhere, and ran straight toward Sif.

"What?"

Sif frowned at the sight of his downtrodden state, her tone icy. "What is the meaning of this? Who did this to you?"

"That's none of your business, is it?" Ned snapped at her bluntly. "This is Janko family business—it's not up to the Lionhearts."

"Is that so?" Sif narrowed her eyes coolly at Ned, sneering. "It's been a while, Ned Janko, but you've really grown a pair. I have no intention to argue despite your earlier insults, but now? Are you really going to defy me? You're asking for it!"

Seeing Sif's eyes flash murderously while her bodyguards strode up, Ned laughed despite himself. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lionheart, but look around. This is Janko Gardens, not your home. You can go elsewhere to strut!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 847-Meanwhile, the Janko family bodyguards had chased down Yed and restrained him again.

Even as they dragged him off to the basement stockade, he screamed, "Please save me, Ms. Lionheart! They're going to kill me!"

"Ned Janko, I demand you release Yed this instant!" Sif bellowed at Ned loftily right then.

"No." Ned shook his head, his tone neutral. "I refuse. And what are you going to do about it? Attack me on my family's turf?"

"Better think about what you're doing," Sif growled impatiently in return.

Ned was always a loser whom everyone could bully—how did he become so authoritative in just a few days, even daring to stand up to her?!

"There's no need to think, Ms. Lionheart." Ned held her gaze in turn. "I'm now asking you to leave my house. We're not receiving guests at the moment."

"What if I refuse?" Sif asked quietly.

"Then I will have to remove you by force!" Ned bellowed. "Uncle Lothar!

Retainers! Escort them out of here?!"

"Come on if you dare!" Sif bellowed in turn as she strode forward. "Ciril Janko's death is assured, and disrespect me again, and I'll make sure everyone hears about it! Every enemy you've ever made will soon be at your doorstep… I'm sure I don't need to elaborate further?"

"And how do you know about Ciril?!" Lothar barked, shaking with rage.

Ned snorted in turn. "Hah! Yed was gloating all about it, Uncle Lothar—he sold us all out to the Lionhearts! Ms. Lionheart is here to eliminate you and the loyal retainers, and they would have won if not for Mr. Lawrence's interference!"

Lothar was positively apoplectic upon hearing Ned's words.

Still, he stifled his impulse to kill Yed right then and there, and turned to Sif as he growled coolly, "I'm afraid the Lionhearts have failed today, Ms. Lionheart. My brother is alive—and kicking, I might add!"

"Hah! Quit being stubborn already," Sif snorted, folding her arms before her chest.

Lothar shrugged, sneering as he pointed at Frank, "This is Mr. Lawrence. He saved my brother from the brink of death, and it was him who exposed Yed's wretched conspiracy. Ask him all you want if you doubt us."

"Mr. Lawrence? Never heard of."

Sif trailed off when she turned and saw Frank standing there, impassive. "You?!"

Ned noticed Sif's agitation right then and quickly asked, "What, you've met before, Mr. Lawrence?"

"Yep, once." Frank nodded.

"Once, you say?!" Sif could blow up from sheer rage when she heard Frank's nonchalant tone!

Her elders had been lecturing and criticizing her endlessly ever since she returned from Norsedam.

Spending billions to buy an underage Hyperion Root?

It was fortunate they had Hundred Bane Sect's help to hasten its growth, or she would have lost even more money in terms of value!

Sif certainly did not expect to see him here in Janko Gardens in the middle of Morhen.

She could barely stay sane even as her fury flared.

But not only did the bastard refuse to apologize, he was even pointing at her accusingly. "I'm sure Yed Janko got the poison he used on his father from you, didn't he… Ms. Lionheart?"

"So what if I did?!" Sif bellowed.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 848-Sif immediately realized what she had actually said right after she said it.

She could well have admitted to aiding Yed in assassinating Ciril!

Not only would that lead to a diplomatic crisis between the Lionhearts and the Jankos, but her actions and her family would also be quickly condemned far and wide if word spread.

Also, there was no doubt that the Lionhearts were as influential as they were powerful enough to not fear the Jankos. But if they really pushed the Jankos too far, they would definitely retaliate and perhaps succeed in taking their two pounds of flesh from the Lionhearts before they went down.

In short, it was completely unnecessary heat.

With that in mind, Sif quickly switched gears, her tone cool as she said, "I'm a close friend of Yed's, and I won't sit idly by when he's being abused. I couldn't care less about any family dispute that happened here."

"Well, what happens in the family stays in the family," Ned said pointedly. "And since I'm sure you weren't conspiring with Yed, feel free to see yourself out, Ms.

Lionheart."

Sif was stumped—at this point, defending Yed would only mean that he was in league with Yed, and that she had provided the poison and conspired against Ciril.

However, she refused to leave empty-handed!

Snorting, she wheeled on Frank and snapped coolly, "I'll refrain from meddling against your rotten affair, but this man is my enemy. Or are the Jankos going to stop me from taking him with me, even if it means invoking the wrath of the Lionhearts?!"

"Huh?"

Ned turned to Frank in confusion, but he soon snorted as he turned back to Sif.

"Watch it! My family owes this man a debt. If you insist on taking him, we will declare war on you!"

"Who do you think you are?!" Sif bellowed, staring straight at Ned with a look of contempt. "You were next in line to succeed Ciril Janko, but you're still a loser and a eunuch? And you think you speak for the Jankos now?! Don't make me laugh!"

That was when a rich voice boomed, saying, "Ned doesn't speak for the family, you say? Then what about me?!"

Both Ned and Lothar were immediately overjoyed when they heard the voice, whereas Frank appeared nonchalant, as if he had expected this.

And it was no exaggeration to say that Sif was the most shocked person in the room, as everyone watched Ciril himself appear before them in golden robes!

The man had a lion-like appearance, and his rich voice was just as resounding as a lion's roar!

"What?!" Sif blurted. "Didn't Yed say they poisoned him already?! How is he still —"

Even as she was left shocked and uncertain, Ciril slowly strode toward her, asking quietly, "What's the matter, Ms. Lionheart? It seems you're really surprised that I'm appearing before you alive and well."

"N-No…" Sif replied stiffly, even as she cursed Yed inwardly for his incompetence.

"Hmph!"

Ciril snorted, his voice booming like a bolt from the blue and almost knocking Sif off his feet. "Mr. Lawrence here is an important guest of the Janko family, and a man whom we're indebted to—his enemies are my enemies! Remember that!"

"Y-Yes, Mr. Janko…" Sif replied sheepishly, afraid to speak too loudly in the presence of a peak Ascendant rank.

Moreover, Ciril was infamous for his fiery temper—give him enough reason, and he would really cut her down right here and now.

Even the Lionhearts would not be able to argue against that, since the fault was completely theirs.

Poisoning the head of a family?! If the Jankos went all out on finding the truth, even the Lionhearts would not be able to hide their dirty laundry flawlessly— something, somewhere would be exposed and traced back to them!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 849-Once word got out that the Lionhearts were conspiring to assassinate the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen, their reputation would be dealt a serious blow. It went without saying that it would be much worse than Sif's troubles at Norsedam!

As such, Sif was now afraid to breathe a peep.

If she somehow exposed herself now, forget Ciril—even her own family elders would skin her for the sheer vileness of her plot!

Soon, Morhen would be left in chaos as it was every man for himself, while even the Lionhearts would find themselves desperate.

"N-No, sir," Sif quickly said humbly. "I came here to deliver an invitation—my brother Titus will be marrying Vicky Turnbull in a few days, and your family is cordially invited to attend the ceremony."

"Hmph. Yet another arranged marriage?" Ciril chuckled coolly and waved her off. "I understand. You may go now."

"Ah… yes, of course. By your leave, Mr. Janko." Sif bowed slightly, ready to flee with her men right then.

Still, she stayed long enough to shoot Frank a vicious glare, as if to tell him that he was lucky this time!

Before she could disappear, however, Ciril suddenly called out to her. "Wait!"

"Yes, Mr. Janko?" Sif asked, turning around reluctantly.

"Please send my thanks to Simon for his generous hospitality." Ciril smiled darkly. "I will always be grateful, and I solemnly vow to return the favor eventually."

Sif pursed her lips, and this time, she went straight to her car with her bodyguards without pausing as they fled.

When they were all gone from sight, Ciril suddenly coughed a mouthful of blood and dropped on one knee.

Naturally, he was just putting on a strong front earlier.

"Father!"

"Brother!"

Ned and Lothar hurried to his side to help him, but he raised a hand to stop them.

"I'm fine," he said, before looking up at Ned with a contented smile, clapping him on the shoulder. "You've done well, Ned. I was right about you—I'm satisfied with what you've done, to say the least." "Father." Ned shook his head guiltily and sighed. "Yed is right. I'm useless. If it wasn't for Mr. Lawrence's help, I'd be —"

"Don't take away credit from yourself now!" Ciril laughed heartily. "You understand how important it is to rely on others, to have faith and gamble— that's wisdom in its own right! Just look at me and your Uncle Lothar. We both started out with nothing… But now, even the Lionhearts are tiptoeing around us!"

"Yeah." Ned smiled and nodded, his face lighting up with confidence again.

"Haha! Good. Now help me up!"

As Ned and Lothar helped Ciril up to his feet, holding one arm each, Ciril turned toward Frank with yet another hearty laugh. "Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence.

I heard you're both a formidable fighter and a skilled healer."

Beside Ciril, Lothar could tell what his brother was going to say and quickly whispered into his ear, "Hold on, brother. The boy is Donn Lawrence in the flesh —I'm sure of it."

"Huh?"

Ciril's pupils dilated, and he paused, clearing his throat.

Suddenly, he was looking at Frank as if Frank was an equal. "Mr. Lawrence, you've saved my life and the legacy I've built. I hence announce that my family shall now pull out from the race to become one of the Four Families of Morhen

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 850-"What?"

"Why?' Most of the Janko retainers and bodyguards were trading glances, puzzled by Ciril's sudden announcement.

Only the stronger retainers were frowning as they pondered on Frank Lawrence's name, more or less getting the idea.

"Could he be a member of the Lawrence family, formerly one of the Four Families of Morhen?!"

"Is he the heir to the Lord of the Southern Woods?!"

While everyone was left uncertain, Ciril coughed loudly twice and laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence. I have been around for a while—and I despise ingrates the most. If you have any requests, feel free to voice them! I understand that money is nothing to you… As long as it's within our power to grant it, we'll do our utmost!"

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence! Don't hold back on us now!"

"Ask away, Mr. Lawrence!"

Seeing how enthusiastic the Jankos were, Frank mused to himself for a moment before glancing at the invitation Ned was holding.

"In that case, I do have a favor to ask," he said quietly.

"Ask away!" Ciril said heartily.

"During the Lionhearts' wedding ceremony in a few days, and depending on the situation. I'm going to need your help."

Frank refrained from giving details—he might have just saved the Jankos singlehandedly, but it was still a pipe dream to ask them to go to war against the Lionhearts.

To no surprise, Ciril frowned at his words, musing to himself before asking, "Do you bear grievances against the Lionhearts, Mr. Lawrence? If it's Sif Lionheart, I could well have her brought back here this instant. But I can see you have been through enough to not get petty over mere squables and to challenge the Lionhearts for it?"

Yed and Lothar both nodded—they agreed with that whole-heartedly.

"No." Frank shook his head, his eyes flashing coolly. "I suspect that the Lionhearts and Turnbulls are conspiring to force this wedding to happen. And the bride-to-be. she's my woman."

All the Jankos gasped right then, and even the usually dauntless Lothar was gaping. "A-Are you saying that you're going to crash a wedding, in front of the Turnbulls, the Lionhearts, and every illustrious family in Morhen?!"

Frank nodded solemnly. "If it's necessary. But like I said, it depends on how things turn out."

"Haha… Hahaha!!!" Ned was laughing out loud even as Ciril and Lothar were left hesitant. "And here I thought what it was going to be. And that's all?"

Nodding at Frank and putting a hand on his chest, Ned's gaze flashed with determination. "No worries, Mr. Lawrence—should you ask, you have my support even if it means my death! I owe you my life, and you didn't abandon me when I needed you! That's why I'd never abandon you either!"

Ciril grinned in approval at Ned's attitude and shared a smile with Lothar too— the brothers were certainly reminded of their good old days!

"Alright!" Ciril laughed cheerfully, spreading his hands, "In a few days, Lothar and Ned shall be attending the Lionhearts' banquet. If a fight starts, we won't hold back—we'll support you to the end, Mr. Lawrence!