Ch. 911..920

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 911-"Hmm.?"

Marit did a double take, and her charming expression soon faded as she turned solemn.

"I guess I couldn't hide it from you." She sighed but soon giggled charmingly like she did before. "But I'm telling the truth that I've fallen for you long ago. So how about it? Why don't we just massacre the wretched Turnbulls, and then we can go wherever you want?"

"Well, you know me." Frank smiled faintly, shaking his head. "All I hope is for you to give up on your vendetta against them and stay away."

"No chance." Marit's expression cooled. "They killed my sister, and I have an agreement… Wait."

She suddenly paused and flashed an exaggerated grin. "Right. I wonder if this is going to be helpful."

"What is it?" Frank frowned, suddenly solemn as well.

Marit was grinning so broadly that her eyes were narrowing. "Well, while I am hunting the Turnbulls because of my personal vendetta, I'm also bound by an agreement to do so. Would you like to know who it is?"

Frank realized with a start at her words.

"I see. I get it now." He nodded, musing to himself. "That is a bombshell. and I'm sure that Glen Turnbull and his family won't be able to sleep easy when they find out."

"Fufufu. That's just it. Still water runs deep here in Morhen!" Marit exclaimed.

"Everything's cloak and daggers, especially Draconia's very own president. He's so venomous that you'd feel a shiver down your spine! Well, I was just getting weary and wondering if I should find a palace to settle down in."

"Come to Riverton," Frank said, impassive. "Having another mouth to feed is really no big deal for me."

Marit smiled wryly and sighed again. "I was going to go down with the Turnbulls, but I've changed my mind after seeing you. Naturally, I'm going to need your help."

"Not a problem." Frank nodded without asking what for.

Marit appeared taken aback but soon smiled again.

• Minutes later, Frank leapt down from the broken glass dome of the banquet hall.

Remaining Impassive, he caught his balance and turned to Glen, who sat limply in his seat.

"I've caught your culprit," he said, throwing a person on the floor, who was firmly restrained but struggling persistently, her body gyrating as she moaned alluringly in grief.

Naturally, it was none other than Marit.

"Why would you capture me?" She pouted. "Do you think I'm really the South Sea Crow?"

"What.."

Glen sprang to his feet, glancing between Frank and Marit repeatedly before asking in a shaking voice, "Are you sure she's the one who infected us?"

"Yes." Frank nodded, still impassive.

"You're amazing, darling!" Vicky proudly pressed her lips on his cheek.

The kiss left Titus glowering, and Marit was frowning ever so slightly too.

Still, Marit soon had an idea and started her drama queen antics.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 912-Marit's tears were gushing audibly, and she turned toward a dumbfounded Zac in the distance, pouting. "Darling, you don't believe him, do you? Why would I be an enemy of the Turnbulls?"

"Hmm…?"

Frank was caught off guard—this was not part of the plan.

Marit turned back toward him just then, her lips parting slightly to speak in a wavelength that only Frank could hear. "That's for hooking up with that woman."

While Frank was left speechless, Zac bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! Release my wife, you bastard!"

He lunged at Frank like an angry tiger, but Frank easily sidestepped him and tripped him.

"Are you crazy?" Frank snorted in disdain as Zac landed on the floor. "Your wife's already dead. That's just an empty house, controlled by insects."

"I don't believe you!" Zac bellowed even as he scrambled to his feet and jumped at Frank again.

"Darling, help!" Marit cried miserably, playing along to his tune.

However, her eyes flashed with contempt ever so subtly.

"Let her go!" Zac continued, this time going all out with his martial arts.

However, Frank dodged him easily again and sent him flying with a kick when he tried to take Marit away.

Wheeling on Glen right then, he snapped, "Are you just going to watch your brother mess around?!"

"Silence!" Glen glared coldly at Frank as he came to his senses, his temple veins bulging as he could still taste mop water. "Do you have proof that Marit is the South Sea Crow?"

"Yeah, where's your evidence?"

"From where we're standing, you're the South Sea Crow!"

"How are you fine when we're all poisoned?!"

Frank almost snapped at the Turnbulls' obvious contempt.

Thankfully, Vicky walked up and clapped him on the shoulder, and he took a deep breath to calm down.

Scowling at Glen, he kicked Marit to the floor and lifted her hair, revealing a beetle-sized bug latching onto her nape.

"Open your eyes. She's dead!" he snapped coolly. "She's now just a puppet—or, if you still doubt me, roll up her sleeves to see the decay on her body!"

"Impossible!" Zac bellowed, his eyes red even as he limped from the distance.

"She just came back from abroad, and she brought us that wine… Wait."

Zac paused.

Could it be.

He turned in disbelief toward the red wine on the table.

"Exactly," Frank said bluntly. "Rot earwig eggs have been planted into the wine, and it's just a matter of time after you drink it. As for those who did not drink the wine, I'm sure you've picked up the scent of Marit's perfume? That's been laced too. In short, every person here has been hit without knowing it."

Frank's explanation actually satisfied the Turnbulls.

However, Zac remained the exception, and he sat limply on the floor, staring blankly at Marit.

"Marit, are you really?"

"I'm not, darling! Don't listen to him! Why would I be the South Sea Crow. Heh!"

Marit kept crying and complaining until her lips curled up into an eerie smile

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 913-Zac actually flinched from Marit's eerie smile. "What?!"

"What a fool, Zac…"

Marit kept smiling as she shook her head at him, sighing in disappointment. "But I guess I could tell you something that might cheer you up."

Bursting out in laughter right then, she guffawed so hard that she could cry.

"When your wife said that she was going abroad, what she meant was that she was going to have fun with her other lovers, right under your nose! In the hotel you owned, too! Hahaha."

"What?!" Zac was left stunned in disbelief. "Impossible! Marit isn't like that!"

"I'm sure everyone else here knows about that, don't they?"

Marit simply turned toward some of the younger men among the Turnbulls, and at least five of them hung their heads right then.

"What. H-How could you." Zac was not so stupid that he would not understand.

In fact, he recognized that one of them was his nephew!

Marit even giggled. "Y'know, when I killed her, she had four men on a hotel bed!

It was just impressive!"

"Shut up!" Zac bellowed in a frenzy and charged toward Marit like a bull.

Glen quickly tried to stop him. "Calm down, Zac—"

That was when Marit deftly sprang from the floor and charged at Zac in turn.

"Wait!" Frank tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

"Ahahaha." Marit was laughing maniacally before shouting, "Do you remember the defenseless girl you murdered three years ago at the South Sea?! That was my sister!!!"

Suddenly, her body started to swell like a balloon, and Frank only had time to pull Vicky behind a pillar.

Bang!

With a resounding explosion, pungent, rotting flesh shot away at every direction as Marit selfdestructed!

"Argh!!!" Zac screamed even as the shockwave from the explosion sent him slamming into a wall.

The guests in the hall were caught in the splatter of rotting flesh and blood.

Soon, they heard a loud sizzle and realized that Marit's body was highly acidic, soon leaving parts of their skin charred.

Shrieks and screams resounded across the banquet hall soon enough, but fortunately, it was just painful and not lethal.

Only Zac—who was closest to Marit—had his limbs completely burned off and his wounds eaten up by acidic blood.

Still, it was thanks to that he survived.

Once Frank kept Vicky behind the pillar and told her to stay, he hurried over to Zac, saving his life with his needles and one Ichor Pill.

That was his agreement with the South Sea Crow—to save Zac's life.

However, Zac would be a cripple, unable to hear, see, or touch. All his skin was burned off and he would be suffering agony every day, and he would not be able to die even if he wanted to.

Such was the punishment the South Sea Crow wanted for Zac—a living hell.

Moreover, Frank had discovered the South Sea Crow's identity.

She was Ciaran Zobel, the lowest-ranked and least gifted apprentice in Mystic Sky Sect.

Despite her rank, she was older than Frank—Mystic Sky Sect ranked apprentices according to merit and martial rank instead of age.

When the sect fell three years ago, she was just a vigor wielder—a novice

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 914-Frank had no idea how Ciaran made it out, or how she improved so drastically in such a short time, but it must have something to do with the technique she manipulated those insects with.

Aside from that, Ciaran dropped a bombshell on Frank that it was none other than the Lionhearts of Morhen who hired her to attack the Turnbulls.

Coupled with the fact that the Lionhearts' own heir would soon marry Vicky, one had to start considering the facts.

Once the Turnbulls were wiped out 'by coincidence' right after that arranged marriage, every Turnbull estate would undoubtedly fall into the Lionhearts' hands.

It was all the Lionhearts' plans, but the Turnbulls ignorantly insist on marrying Vicky off, playing right into the Lionhearts' hands.

Once Frank was done keeping Zac alive, he took a look around the banquet hall.

It was a scene of complete pandemonium.

There was no stopping the screams and curses—even Glen had his face left a little charred since some of Marit's acidic blood struck him.

"Damn her!!!" he growled, unable to maintain his calm and composure despite being the head of the family, even slamming his hand violently on the table.

"The dinner will be postponed. That's all for today! You may all leave now!"

With that, he did not stop to show others any concern as he left with the servants' help.

"Damn the South Sea Crow!"

"My face… My handsome face!"

"Ow. I wouldn't have come if I knew this would happen!"

Complaints could be heard everywhere as the rest of the Turnbulls left in a hurry.

At the same time, Frank found Vicky from the crowd and told her quietly about the information he received from the South Sea Crow.

"What?!" Vicky exclaimed in disbelief. "The Lionhearts are actually that vile?!"

"Wolves in sheepskin, as they say." Frank sighed, shaking his head. "They knew your family were just magnates who can't protect yourselves, and they exploited that."

Vicky frowned but soon made an awkward look. "Frank. I'd like to tell Uncle Glen about this, but you know that we don't have proof."

Naturally, she was furious as soon as Frank told her, and her delight came soon after, since she now had a legitimate reason to annul her engagement with Titus.

Still, despondence soon ensued because Frank was her source.

Frank would never lie to her, but without proof, her uncle would not believe her.

Moreover, he was responsible for the entire Turnbull family, and to turn against the Lionhearts meant war.

That was not to be done lightly.

"Don't worry—I'll find evidence, and it won't take long," Frank assured Vicky.

"Yeah." Vicky nodded but soon leveled a suspicious glare at him. "By the way, why do I also get this feeling you've been staring at Marit funny? Be honest! You were up to something bad with her, weren't you?"

Her sudden question caught Frank off guard.

Was she really doing the jealous girl act? At a time like this?!

"Hah! Call it women's intuition!" Vicky snapped tempestuously.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 915-The Turnbulls' family dinner was cut short in a hurry.

It was supposed to be a party for the family's members and associates, where they would mingle with one another. After that came meetings and reports of financial standings, following which they would come to agree on the family's strategic development.

However, the South Sea Crow happened.

Not only were most of them forced to drink mop water, but Marit also blew herself up, leaving them with burns and ugly scars.

Moreover, not only were they forced to give up on their annual dinner, but their usual socializing events with the other rich and important individuals and

families of Morhen had to be called off too.

Glen was supposed to announce the wedding between Titus and Vicky at the dinner, but things certainly went south. At their current state, the Turnbulls would be everyone's laughing stock!

Hence, the many guests who had just arrived were cordially asked to leave.

Naturally, it was easier said than done—the Turnbulls were a family of magnates and had legions of partners and associates. Many of their invited guests had come from miles away, even neighboring states.

As such, their mess left all those guests discontented.

"So be it!"

An annoyed Glen snapped at one of the messengers who told him exactly that.

"It'd still be better than letting them see the sorry state we're in!"

He and the other executives of this family were gathered in a smaller banquet hall. Like him, most of their faces or hands were left with charred burnt marks.

They looked just like dalmatians, and it was a hilarious sight considering their usual lofty demeanor.

Even as they looked at each other, speechless, Glen turned toward Frank impatiently after sending away the messenger. "Do you have a way to cure our burns?"

Now, Glen did not harbor any distrust toward Frank at all after he saved everyone despite their bug infection. If anything, it was no exaggeration to say that his prowess was divine.

However, Frank could not care less. "I do. But why should I care?"

"You're out of line!" a Turnbull executive bellowed.

He was barely holding back, as his chest was burning with rage—even if Frank did save their lives, he also made their noble selves drink mop water!

In some ways, it was worse than getting killed.

"Shut up!" Glen barked, finally speaking up to defend Frank, even shooting that Turnbull executive a glare.

Turning back to Frank, his tone turned humble and earnest, he said, "What are you asking for, Mr. Lawrence? You can have all the money you want."

"Hmph…" Frank snorted.

He had already seen through Glen—the man would not have bothered to speak so politely with him if not for those scars.

As such, he said bluntly, "I still ask for the same—annul Vicky's engagement.

Say yes, and I will heal everyone right away."

Glen's face contorted right then—the brat really said the one thing he did not want to hear.

Still, he did his best to compose himself and spoke to Frank calmly. "I can concede that you excel in both martial arts and medicine, Mr. Lawrence, but even a man like you can't capture the South Sea Crow, can you?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 916-Seeing Frank say nothing, Glen continued, "My family is even less of a match against the South Sea Crow. That's why we need the Lionhearts' help, or we'd suffer even more losses. I hope you can understand…"

"That's not necessary," Frank said naturally. "The South Sea Crow and I had an agreement. She won't come after you anymore."

"What?!"

The room was left in shock at Frank's words.

"Haha…" The Turnbull executive who mocked Frank earlier was silent for a moment but soon turned toward Glen. "I told you, Mr. Turnbull—he's with the

South Sea Crow. See? He admitted as much to it now. Why else is he fine when we're all infected?"

"Yeah. He was close to the South Sea Crow when she charged at Zac as well.

Why wasn't he hit?"

"Don't bother. He's definitely her ally!"

The restless discussion around him left Frank scowling, even regretting asking his fellow apprentice to stay her hand from these people.

"The South Sea Crow isn't some monster. She's human—she can see reason!"

He strode forward, snapping coolly at them, "Have none of you considered why she came after your family for three years?!"

Another Turnbull executive snorted dismissively. "We have plenty of enemies.

She's just the worst and most cunning of them!"

"Exactly!"

"She might even be paid. Why else would she have been obsessed?!"

Frank was really fed up with the Turnbull executives just then and turned toward Glen as he said quietly, "It was Zac Turnbull. He forced himself on a girl who asked him for help at South Sea and killed her to silence her. And that girl was the South Sea Crow's younger sister!"

Frank's words left the room silent, and everyone turned toward Glen, though he was uncertain too.

"You're saying the South Sea Crow was willing to speak with you?" he asked tentatively. "She even told you why she was hunting us?"

"Yes," Frank nodded. "She even invited me to join her, and I only refused for Vicky's sake."

Naturally, the Turnbulls were scowling at Frank's words.

"You must be joking!"

A Turnbull executive stood up, his contempt showing all over his face as he sneered. "The South Sea Crow doesn't care even if she's up against the Lionhearts, and you're saying she'd talk to some unknown person like you?

Telling you her reason for coming after us and promising to stay away after this?"

Spreading his hands, he turned toward the others. "Do any of you think this is possible?"

"Hah! He must be lying—he just doesn't want to see our family sealing our alliance with the Lionhearts by marriage."

"Exactly. Once we have the Lionhearts' protection, the South Sea Crow won't be able to do anything!"

"That means he must be aiding and abetting the South Sea Crow!"

Frank was left speechless by their remarks but made one last effort for Vicky's sake.

"Please use your heads to think," he said quietly. "If the South Sea Crow manages to kill everyone here, who do you think stands to gain the most?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 917-"Who stands to gain the most?"

Frank's question left the Turnbull executives thoughtful, though they were all soon trading shocked glances.

"I guess you know the answer."

Frank snickered. "I wouldn't have bothered telling you, but since you insist on being fools, I guess I have to make things clear. The South Sea Crow was after you for two reasons—the first being her personal grudge, and the other because another major family hired her. As for which family it is, I know none of you are stupid enough to not know who they are."

"Impossible!" A Turnbull executive sprang to his feet in retort. "The Lionhearts have been our family's allies over generations. Why would they conspire against us?"

"Exactly! We are brothers-in-arms. They'd never do anything to hurt us!"

"The way I see it, that brat is just trying to drive a wedge between us!"

Even as the retorts grew and was soon deafening, Glen slammed a hand on his armchair rest.

"Silence!" he bellowed before turning towards Frank with a blazing glaze as he spoke quietly. "Mr. Lawrence, I believe what you said about the South Sea Crow… Because Zac once spoke to me about that, and what you mentioned had indeed happened. And it was something only Zac and myself were aware of.

The fact that you know that proves everything you said. However, as for your speculation about the Lionhearts—"

"Mr. Turnbull! You have to be smart about this!" Another Turnbull executive leapt up frantically. "The Lionhearts have been our family's allies over generations.

They'd never hurt us!"

"Exactly! Don't fall for that brat's trap!"

"Enough!" Glen bellowed at the executives again, silencing them.

He was the head of the family and knew better than everyone what would happen if they turned against the Lionhearts.

Once war began, there would be bloodbath in Morhen—as mere magnates, the Turnbulls were at a disadvantage.

The family executives had a stake too—they were close partners of the Lionhearts, and the losses of a breakup would be inestimable. For the sake of not losing their business, they would doubt Frank's words and even risk the chance of being duped by the Lionhearts.

Such were business folks for you.

That was when Glen spoke up.. "Mr. Lawrence, as you can see, my family is closely tied with the Lionhearts, and mere words won't be able to change that. If you want to convince me, then you'd need concrete proof or we'd never believe you. Do you understand that?"

Pausing for a moment to sigh, he then added, "If what you said was true, I have no reason to sacrifice Vicky for our sake. Surely you know what that means?"

Frank narrowed his eyes.

Sly old fox…

He certainly knew what Glen was up to—Frank was supposed to be the vanguard in his effort to cut ties from the Lionhearts.

If the Lionhearts never schemed against the Turnbulls, Frank would be sacrificed. which was no loss for the Turnbulls.

On the other hand, if the Lionhearts' guilt was proven, the Turnbulls could accuse them while keeping their hands clean.

It was certainly a good move, especially when Glen put Vicky up as a reward.

He could see that Frank was head over heels for Vicky. As long as she was a Turnbull, they would always have Frank's help.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 918-However, the Turnbulls missed one thing—Frank's patience had its limits.

"Listen." He sneered, shaking his head when Glen offered him Vicky as a reward. "Since you and your family are so sure I was helping the South Sea Crow, I shouldn't have helped any of you."

Pointing at Glen, he growled coolly, "Everyone here has been harassing me and mocking me ever since I came, and to be frank, I've had enough. However, I've endured it repeatedly for Vicky's sake."

Snorting coolly, he continued, "This will be the last time. I'll find evidence that the Lionhearts are scheming against you. But in return, none of you get to negotiate

—you will free Vicky unconditionally, or I'll turn against you. And you can trust me when I say that my methods are more brutal than the South Sea Crow's."

Glen sighed lengthily at Frank's fearsome glare, knowing that Frank was really angry just then.

"If that's the last time, so be it," he muttered under his breath before looking up and saying, "You have my word. This will be the last time—once you have evidence that satisfies everyone, Vicky will be free, and no one in the family will meddle anymore. Will that do?"

Frank nodded, but a servant hurried into the room before he could speak.

"Sir, Titus Lionheart is asking to see you…"

He then paused, making an awkward look before continuing, "The wedding procession has arrived too. And we couldn't stop them."

Frank said nothing after hearing the report and simply stared at Glen.

Glen sighed again and kept impassive as he said, "Let them in. I'll explain things to them."

A procession of Lionheart cars arrived outside the central banquet hall of the Turnbull estate, each decorated with ribbons and bouquets of flowers.

It was such a long procession of cars that anyone standing from the front end would miss the other end.

A kindly, rotund and graying old man alighted in a white suit, walking swiftly up to the waiting Glen while turning toward the servant sat at the back, "Bring in the dowry!"

At his orders, over fifty chests of gems, jewelry and every form of valuables were brought up to Glen.

The contests of each chest was obviously worth billions, and given the number of chests, it was no exaggeration to say it was priceless.

Despite being magnates, many Turnbulls were gaping greedily at the chests.

"Haha…" the graying old man bowed slightly at Glen as he chuckled. "It's really been a while, Mr.

Turnbull."

"Didn't we just meet last week, Aesop?" Glen replied neutrally.

"Oh, I'm really getting senile too soon." Aesop laughed.

"Ah, you're finally here." Titus arrived just then as well, a look of understanding showing on his face when he saw Aesop.

It seemed that the wedding must go on despite the unforeseen circumstances, and the Turnbulls had no reason to say no.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 919-"Titus," a crisp voice spoke just then.

Titus turned just then to find Sif Lionheart striding toward him in a white dress.

"You're here too, Sif?"

"Of course. It's my dear brother's wedding." She grinned from ear to ear. "And speaking of brothers, Ehud can't make it because he's training, but he sends his congratulations."

He then took out a chest from her car and passed it to Titus. "Here. It's a Hyperion Root I bought for Ehud. It was too young when I bought it, but Hundred Bane Sect's had a method which quickened its growth, and now Ehud is giving it off to you for your big day."

"Hahaha. Thanks." Titus laughed as he took the chest.

"Huh?"

Sif unwittingly spotted a familiar face among the Turnbulls just then and snapped under her breath, "Frank Lawrence?! What is he doing here?!"

"What?" Titus exclaimed in surprise. "You know him, Sif?"

"That's an understatement." Sif snorted and told Titus about the grudge between herself and Frank.

Titus scowled and growled through his teeth. "He's been messing with us Lionhearts at every turn. We will kill where we stand once we have a chance!"

"Exactly." Sif sneered savagely. "And Ehud just happened to give me a treasure from Volsung Sect. Not even Ascendant ranks would survive it. He will die for messing with my plans twice!"

"Good."

Titus nodded, and smirked at Frank from a distance, who was just standing there without a care. "I'll have him kneeling before me, begging! Once this wedding is done, he'll know what it means to mess with the Lionhearts!"

However, while Titus and Sif were busy conversing, Aesop was frowning.

"Postpone the wedding?" he asked incredulously. "What's that supposed to mean, Mr. Turnbull?"

"It's exactly what it sounds like." Glen sighed, shaking his head. "Though the South Sea Crow's attack didn't cause major casualties, the mood is somber. As such, it's simply inauspicious to continue with the wedding right now. Please pass a message to Simon—inform him that I will discuss this issue once I'm done sorting out the mess here."

"What?!" Aesop bellowed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He was so menacing Glen was sent stumbling backwards, glowering. "What's the meaning of this, Aesop?!"

"That's my line!"

Aesop's kindly demeanor disappeared, and he scowled at Glen even as he growled icily, "This wedding has been decided years ago. It must proceed as planned, and your family has already given us all kinds of excuses before! Even now that we're here and ready for the last stretch, we're given more excuses?!

Perhaps it's really your intention to annul this engagement all along?"

"I don't mind telling you that Mr. Lionheart himself has given me express orders that Ms. Vicky Turnbull shall be married to Titus. It's my head if this falls through, and since it's my life on the line, I just might resort to drastic measures."

Glen was angered at his words. "Really? Are you going to force things through if I say no, Aesop?"

"Don't think I don't know," Aesop growled coldly as he turned toward Frank, who was standing among the Turnbulls. "It's that brat who's been messing about and delaying the wedding, isn't it? You Turnbulls can't even discipline your children, allowing Ms. Turnbull to mess around with some unruly brat! For shame!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 920-"Don't think I don't know," Aesop growled coldly as he turned toward Frank, who was standing among the Turnbulls. "It's that brat who's been messing about and delaying the wedding, hasn't he? You Turnbulls can't even discipline your children, allowing Ms. Turnbull to mess around with some unruly brat! For shame!"

"That's right!"

Titus strode up when he heard Glen and Aesop arguing. "Vicky is my fiancee, and there's no arguing about that. Not only did you Turnbulls fail to discipline her, but you allowed some stranger like him to show up on my wedding day too.

This is a clear challenge to my family's honor! Should we take this as a declaration of war?!"

"A declaration of war?!"

Everyone was silent at Titus' words, with every Turnbull gulping in the distance.

They could not imagine war against the Lionhearts at all—it would be a massacre if they went all out.

And the Lionhearts had sent over a hundred bodyguards, each of them bearing the brand of Volsung Sect, meaning that they were at least vigor wielders.

Moreover, Aesop was a peak Ascendant rank individual himself and was a famous man even in Morhen.

If they really start a war against the Lionhearts now, the Turnbulls would be defenseless if those men leapt into action right away.

With that, the Turnbulls started to reason with Glen.

"Glen, just listen to the man. Let them have Vicky!"

"Exactly. There's no reason to upset the Lionhearts."

"We've been friends with the Lionhearts for generations. And they've decided on today for so long— let's just go with that."

"Silence!" Glen bellowed at the lot of them.

Being a man who could shoulder a dynasty like the Turnbulls, he was no fool— he could already see that something was unusual with the Lionhearts' attitude.

Why were they so eager to have the wedding carry on as scheduled? If anything, Glen's excuse was perfectly acceptable, yet not only did the Lionhearts refuse to listen, but they were also immediately threatening him with violence.

It simply did not make sense… Unless what Frank said was true.

The more Glen thought about it, the more he found the Lionhearts suspicious.

With that, he looked up and braced himself against Aesop's pressure and said coolly, "If it's a war you want, then a war it shall be. Don't think we Turnbulls are afraid of you!"

His outburst left every Turnbull as shocked as they were confused.

Why was Glen taking a tough stand against the Lionhearts? Was he really not afraid of Lionhearts getting physical right away?

Meanwhile, Glen and Aesop held each other gazes in silence for an entire minute, with neither man flinching.

Ultimately, it was Aesop who caved.

"Pfft…" He snickered. "Oh, why so serious? It's an auspicious day and I'm just kidding."

"Yeah, it's just a joke," Titus added in agreement, but he was glaring coldly at Frank, unable to do a thing.

Seeing that the Lionhearts backed down first, the Turnbulls were all sighing in relief—they would be helpless if the Lionhearts really went for it now.

"I hope you understand." Glen nodded in turn. "It's not a good day for us to receive guests. Give us a week, and we'll welcome you with open arms."

"Not a problem." Aesop smiled. "There won't be more delays like today, I presume?"

"Absolutely." Glen puffed his chest with great confidence