Ch. 921..930

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 921-Well, I'm relieved with your assurance, Mr. Turnbull."

Aesop bowed his head at Glen before turning and beckoning at the procession.

"Wrap it up—we're heading back now. We're coming back next week!"

"Yes, sir." Everyone answered at once.

It was clear that Aesop held authority too—at his orders, even Sif and Titus kept quiet despite having something to say.

All they could do was to grumpily return to their cars and head home.

Along the way, Titus was resting his eyes at the backseat, whereas Sif was ranting relentlessly, telling Aesop everything about her beef with Frank.

"Hmph." Aesop snorted. "I'm surprised that the whippersnapper had it in him."

Musing to himself for a moment, he then glanced between Titus and Sif.

"Neither of you leaked our grand scheme, have you?"

"No way." Sif shook her head. "No more than a handful of us are aware of it. No one would catch on.

And there's no way that mad witch would tell the Turnbulls a thing."

"Well then, I'm relieved."

Aesop nodded, rubbing his chin. "Still, Glen's reaction today is worth looking into. There's no reason for him to get tough against us, refusing to proceed with the wedding even if it meant war against us. Someone must be messing around."

"It must be Frank Lawrence!"

Sif snapped angrily, folding her arms before her chest. "He's as cunning as he is hard to read. We can't rest easy as long as he exists!"

"In that case, we'll have to send someone to deal with him."

Aesop nodded before turning to Titus. "Well, you've been quiet for a while. What do you think about any of this?"

"Eliminating Frank is a must," Titus growled coolly as he opened his eyes, his demeanor a lot less casual than earlier. "We'd have to spend a fortune too—this job would take at least five Volsung Sect elders."

"Five?" Sif gaped in disbelief. "Dear brother, don't you think you're being paranoid?"

After all, there was the mandatory rule that every Volsung Sect elder must be at least mid-Ascendant rank. To send five such individuals against some whippersnapper was overkill, to say the least.

"Paranoid? Not at all," Titus retorted quietly nonetheless. "If anything, I think that's not enough. There's just no way to read Frank Lawrence… but I suspect that he is Donn Lawrence, exile of Mystic Sky Sect."

"What?!" Everyone gasped at Titus' words.

If Frank really was Donn, then he bore a blood grudge against the Lionhearts.

Their close allies, Volsung Sect, was one of the factions who profited the most from the fall of Mystic Sky Sect three years ago.

Nonetheless, Sif assured Titus, "Don't worry. I'll bring my men and personally capture him!"

"No," Titus shook his head. "You should be more prudent and merciless. He must be killed on the spot."

"What?" Sif was left taken aback. "But back at Turnbull House, you said—"

"That's for anyone who's listening." Aesop chuckled, glancing proudly at Titus.

"The first thing one must learn as a successor of the Lionhearts is to hide your real self. Titus has already grasped that lesson, while you need to work on that, Sif!"

"Yeah," Sif replied, lowering her head at Aesop's lecture.

Titus turned toward her impassively. "Is Ehud coming back soon?"

"Yeah." Sif nodded. "In a week

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 922-"Good," Titus growled, his eyes narrowing. "In a week, our people stationed across the country can start their hostile takeover as every Turnbull and family executive returns to their base."

Turning toward Sif, he said, "You'll be in charge of dealing with Frank. The success of our plans hinges on what happened next week… we'll just have to resort to violence if there's any deviation again."

After all, everything was Titus' idea, be it assimilating the Turnbulls or the Jankos. Even if he was less talented than his younger brother Ehud in martial arts, his mind was far more formidable.

In fact, there was no chance that anyone could tell that his seething reaction back at Turnbull House was faked. Not even Frank could hope to read just what sinister intentions he harbored.

Titus.

Sif frowned at him just then, asking tentatively, "Are you sure you don't want to punish Frank once I capture him? I mean, the things he and Vicky were doing— that's an insult to you. Are you really not upset?"

Titus calmly shook his head, folding his arms before his chest as Aesop looked on approvingly.

"No, I'm not upset," he said coolly. "For me, the outcome matters before all else, and as such, I don't see Vicky Turnbull as a woman. She's more of a tool—a key. Once I have her, I'll have the disposition to claim everything the Turnbulls ever owned when we wipe them out. In contrast, do you think I care if she likes me, or if she hooked up with someone else? I won't mind even if she's pregnant with his child."

While Sif found Titus' reaction strange, Aesop was giving him a huge thumbs up.

"There is no question that you will succeed as the heir apparent, Titus. Even Mr.

Lionheart himself will be proud if he knows what you've put together."

Even Sif had to be impressed that a single arranged marriage was so closely connected in such a convoluted web of conspiracy.

"Frank Lawrence." Titus narrowed his eyes. "I'm afraid you'll have to die." - Frank could see that Glen was now sincere after seeing the Lionhearts leave.

He might only have a week to gather evidence, but Frank knew all too well that if the Lionhearts wanted to proceed with their plan to assimilate the Turnbulls, they still needed the South Sea Crow.

After all, they needed her to eliminate the leaders of the Turnbull family. or Glen, at least.

That was why he just had to wait for the Lionhearts to make contact with the South Sea Crow, who was really Ciaran Zobel, Frank's fellow apprentice from Mystic Sky Sect.

She had agreed to contact Frank right away if the Lionhearts reached out to her again, and they could catch the Lionhearts with their pants down.

Once the Lionhearts' conspiracy was thoroughly exposed, the Turnbulls would not be able to weasel their way out, and Vicky would be free.

Whatever happened between the Turnbulls and the Lionhearts was of no concern to Frank at that point —he had no stake in a conflict between two illustrious families of Morhen.

But should the Turnbulls refuse to see reason and keep Vicky bound by her engagement even after Frank produced evidence, Frank would have nothing to say at that point. He would simply join the South Sea Crow and massacre them as he promised before, and even Vicky could not stop him.

With that in mind, he said goodbye to Vicky for the time being and left Turnbull House with his head held high.

As soon as he stepped outside the front gates, he found Ned Janko waiting out.

He was actually surprised that Ned followed through with his promise to crash the wedding if it was necessary.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 923-Frank walked up to greet Ned and thanked him, but he soon received a surprise call from Gavin Lane, Helen Lane's eldest uncle.

Gavin was a lot more cordial than Glen, asking politely after Frank answered, "Mr. Lawrence, may I ask how are things progressing with the farm? The financial statement is due in a little over a month. If you're in a bind, I could ask my father to give you an extension—"

"An extension?! Why do you always have to side with outsiders, Gavin?!" Jade Zahn could be heard snapping from the other end.

"Shut up. It's boy's talk!" Gavin snapped at her before telling Frank softly, "You can sell the land if push comes to shove. I'm sure my father won't argue as long

as we recoup some of the costs."

On the other end, Jade was still not letting up. "It's Frank and Helen who were boasting about making money from the farm. Why should we help them—"

"Jade!" Gavin barked, promptly silencing Jade.

"Ahem." He then cleared his throat. "Sorry about that, Mr. Lawrence."

"It's alright." Frank chuckled. "And don't worry—I have everything all planned out for the farm. You'll be hearing about it in a few days, and I definitely won't disappoint you."

"Haha!" Gavin laughed in delight. "That's good… That's very good. And I have faith you won't disappoint us."

"Yeah. And thank you for calling just to remind me about that, but I have something else to do at the moment, so."

"Oh, hold on for a moment!" Gavin promptly stopped Frank, asking a little softly, "I've heard that you'll be in Morhen for a while?"

"Yeah," Frank replied, raising a brow as he was curious as to who told Gavin about that, though he soon realized it was probably Helen.

And to no surprise, Gavin chuckled. "Well, Helen told me that in case you're wondering. Also, she and Luna will be going there as well for an on-site assessment of a subcontractor. You can drop by to check on them if you have the time."

"A subcontractor.?" Frank paused for a moment, rubbing his chin.

It would take a few days before he could settle things with the Turnbulls, since he was waiting for Ciaran to contact him.

That meant he would be free for a few days, so he smiled and nodded. "Sure. I can make the trip.

"Alright, that's all I've called to speak with you about. I'm hanging up now."

"Yeah."

With that done, Frank eagerly called Helen.

"Hey, Frank. Are you done with Vicky's problem? When will she come back to Riverton?" Helen asked immediately.

Frank was a little miffed she would ask about Vicky at length. "Hey, shouldn't you worry about me first?"

"Hehe…" Helen appeared nonchalant. "Would you have the time to call me if you're not fine?"

Frank could hear that she was in a car and laughed exaggeratedly. "I heard from your uncle that you've come to Morhen to review a subcontractor or something. I happen to be free, so why don't we meet up? I have a story to tell since it's been an exciting few days for me."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 924-Helen giggled. "We can meet up at Springhill Hotel if you're not busy. It's in South Morhen."

"Sure." Frank hung up and hopped into the Maserati that Hux Darman gave him before speeding off.

Arriving at Springhill Hotel soon enough, Frank found Helen dressed sharply in a business suit.

Gina Zonda was seated beside her, while Luna Lane and a man Frank did not recognize sat opposite.

His suit was branded, and his hair was greasy and his skin fair—obviously someone who came from money.

"Come on! Like I said, there won't be any issues if we gave Cato the subcontract. What are you worried about?!"

Luna happened to be complaining loudly when Frank arrived, drawing much attention.

"Frank, over here." Helen beckoned enthusiastically.

Gina pursed her lips when she saw Frank, but she could not say anything since they were in public.

On the other hand, Luna was a lot less polite, pointing at Frank as she snapped, "What's he doing here? Who told him to come?"

"I did." Helen nodded calmly, taking a sip of her drink. "He's my husband. Is there a problem with him being here?"

"Hmph." Luna snorted, clearly unable to stand Frank.

"Helen, aren't you going to introduce us?" Cato McCoy smiled politely at Frank.

Though his hands were brushing over Luna's back repeatedly, his eyes were darting toward Helen's legs from time to time.

Naturally, Frank read him like a book right away.

"That's Frank Lawrence, Helen's ex-husband and an unemployed bum." Luna snorted in contempt before Helen could introduce him.

"Unemployed?" Cato appeared taken aback and turned toward Frank in disdain.

"Oh, he's not unemployed," Gina quickly said. "Frank has a proper job… as a…"

"I'm in private practice." Frank smiled in return and calmly shook Cato's hand.

While he was surprised Gina would speak up for him, it was mostly because she wanted to save face.

"Private practice? Then you'd have a lot of time on your hands?" Cato smiled.

"Pays well too, according to my knowledge."

"More or less." Gina smiled and rubbed her nose awkwardly.

"Yeah. I'd have a couple of patients each year, so it's really easy." Frank chuckled.

"Don't listen to them, Cato," Luna snapped, rolling her eyes and not playing along. "He is a bum. Private practice? That's bullshit."

"Oh…" Cato nodded in understanding and smiled at Frank. "How about working at my company? You don't need any skill—just a driving license will do. I can pay you ten grand each month, how about that?"

"Ten grand?" Frank raised a brow.

It was generous pay for a chauffeur, but it was beneath Frank, who shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good. I have no plans to change jobs at the moment."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 925-Cato pursed his lips and shrugged. "Very well. Just come to me any time you feel overwhelmed. I could always get you a job—subcontractor companies like mine are always hiring."

"That's unnecessary," Frank replied coolly.

It was obvious Cato considered Frank to be beneath him, and his job offers were clearly his way of mocking Frank.

Frank certainly would never fall for such a cheap trick.

"Enough small talk," Helen said as Frank took a seat. She then took out an agreement from her briefcase and pushed it to Frank. "Frank, the Southstream Lanes are building a mansion for Mark Lane as a gift for retirement. Everything

about the subcontractor involved and various other finer details are included— take a look and see if there's anything missing."

Frank took the agreement, but while he combed through it, Luna was scowling impatiently. "Are you going to sign it or not, Helen? I worked hard to get Cato's help, and he can give us a ten percent rebate while providing good work. Why would you let some ignoramus like Frank read the agreement?"

Helen did not hold back this time and retorted, "I've been given full authority on this matter. Ask Grandfather if you're upset with the arrangement."

Luna's face contorted like she ate dung.

"I'm done." Frank returned the agreement to Helen soon enough.

"What do you think?" Helen asked him eagerly.

Frank nodded. "The agreement details are very much you. Including even construction mishaps in the clauses is a nice touch… but there's something you missed."

"What?" Helen was taken aback.

Even Gina's ears pricked up in attention.

"Are you sure about the subcontractor's background?" Frank asked. "Are you sure it's not a shell company, ready to bail once they get your money?"

While Helen appeared thoughtful after hearing what Frank had to say, Luna leapt up, slamming her hand on the table, pointing at Frank as she snapped, "What do you think you are doing?! Cato is my contact, and I can be a referee to his character! Bailing once he gets our money? There's a limit to how much bullshit you can spew, y'know!"

"Exactly!" Cato bellowed coldly at Frank, clearly furious too. "I've been operating a serious company for years, and I have a good reputation here in Morhen. Why would I trick some bumpkin from a backwater place like Riverton?! The paltry pay you can barely afford is beneath you—I wouldn't even take the job if Luna never reached out to me. and you'd insult me instead?! Unbelievable!"

His reaction only confirmed Frank's hunch.

Still, he smiled faintly but said nothing—all he offered was a suggestion, and it was Helen who decided what to do.

"What about this?"

Helen spoke solemnly after some thought. "Let's take a trip to Cato's company.

I'll need to look at your company's conditions before the paperwork. That's not too much to ask for, is it?"

"Hmph." Luna snorted unhappily.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 926-"Hmph." Luna snorted unhappily.

Obviously, things got complicated after Frank came, when it was supposed to be a matter of signing and stamping some papers!

Gina forced a smile just then. "Then you should go, Helen. I've never been to Morhen, so I'd like to take a stroll around."

"Hmm.?"

Frank could see the look on Gina's face.

She was trying to hide something, and it seemed that she must have her own reasons for coming to Morhen with Helen.

It was not surprising that she kept a low profile, not straying out of line when it was not usually her style.

"Okay. Be careful, Mom." Helen told her and took her briefcase before leaving the hotel with Frank, Luna, and Cato.

As soon as they were gone, Gina dialed a number she did not save in her contacts—and it was not a local number either, but an international one.

Once it was picked up, Gina stammered, "I-I've arrived at Morhen as we agreed!

Where are you? Where's Cindy? How is she?!"

"Aunt Gina! Help me!" Cindy Zonda could be heard bawling from the other end.

Soon, a man's voice with a Talnamese accent spoke. "Abandoned factory zone, South Morhen outskirts.

Did you bring the money? You can take her back once you pay up."

"Yes, yes… Just, everybody stay calm, alright?" Gina pleaded tearfully.

"Heh. We won't do anything to her as long as you do what we tell you to."

And with that, the man hung up.

"Hello? Hello?!" Gina shouted repeatedly even as her fingers clenched around the phone, but her only response was dull machine beeping.

"Helen. I-I'm so sorry! Cindy's my brother's only daughter. I can't let anything happen to her."

Tears rolled down Gina's cheek even as she took out a check from her pocket, which had two billion dollars written on it.

Meanwhile, Frank was not bothered with what Gina was up to—she could do whatever she wanted to, as long as it did not hurt Helen.

Driving his Maserati, he followed Cato's black Mercedes to a moderately sized building.

While it was no symbol of wealth since it was a rented office space, one would still have to admit that Cato at least looked the part.

There were plenty of subcontractors moving around, and most of the men's faces lit up when they saw Helen, some even whistling flirtatiously.

"Yo, when did we get such a smokin' hot secretary?"

"Cut it out!"

Cato grinned as he snapped at them. "This is Ms. Lane from Riverton, and she's here to iron out a business deal. I'll fire you if you upset her and she bolts."

The subcontractors laughed and left.

Helen was not particularly upset despite their rowdiness.

She was a CEO, but she started from the bottom and had more than enough experience with employees teasing her.

And truth be told, she preferred honest interactions with her employees, instead of hanging out with fat, greasy bigwigs.

"This looks good." Helen nodded, relieved as she watched the subcontractors work in perfect tandem around the office

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 927-"Heh. I told you, didn't I?"

Luna was smiling smugly, folding her arms before her chest. "There's no reason to come here at all. Cato's company is perfectly up to standards."

She then dispensed with all pretense, turning to Cato and throwing her arms around his neck. "Come on, let's go hang out. It's rare for me to come to Morhen, and I'd rather not waste time on work. It's boring."

"Okay. In that case…"

Helen took out the agreement she kept in her briefcase, ready to stamp and sign it.

That was when Frank caught her wrist.

"Eh?" Helen looked up at Frank, puzzled.

"What are you up to now?!"

Luna was bristling since Frank was meddling again, standing akimbo as she snapped, "You just want to mess with us, don't you? Get out of here, if all you want to do is waste our time!"

"Mr. Lawrence," Cato growled coolly as he strode over. "This is my company, and these are my employees. We have all the proper legal certification and approvals, but here you are, questioning us. What is this if not deliberate harassment?"

Frank shook his head despite their hostile glares and simply stopped a down-toearth looking employee.

Pointing at Cato, he asked the man, "Who is he to you?"

"H-He's our boss.? What's wrong?" The man appeared perplexed.

"Oh!"

Frank nodded in realization but soon smiled. "And when did he become your boss?"

"What?!" Cato panicked right away at Frank's question and kept shooting looks at the man.

The man stammered. "Yesterday. I mean, two days ago? No, I mean a month ago."

It was obvious he was a poor liar and completely let the cat out of the bag.

Frank nodded and allowed him to leave, while giving Cato a meaningful smile.

"You were saying that your family was involved in engineering for generations?

Don't you think you should explain yourself?"

Cato's cheeks stiffened.

However, before he could say a word, Luna had already leapt up, shrieking at Frank furiously, "Are you done, Frank?! It doesn't matter if Cato's family is in the business! This is his company, and we can all see that! He's not a bum like you —the way I see it, you're just jealous he owns a company! Don't think you can ruin things for others just because you don't own one!"

Seeing that she was still defending the conman after all that, Frank did not hesitate to shoot her a look of disdain, muttering under his breath, "Idiot."

"What?! Did you just call me an idiot?!" Luna kept screaming like a fishwife. "I'll tell Grandpa, believe it! When I do, Helen's candidacy as the next head of the Lane family will be forfeited! You Northstream Lanes have been freeloading off us, so you'd better watch it, or I'll tell Grandpa to chase every last one of you out of my house!"

Naturally, her ranting left matters complicated, suddenly involving the family when just a few words could have cleared up the entire mess.

It was simply unbelievable.

"That's enough!" Helen bellowed just then, glaring at Luna even as she left her stunned.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 928-Helen snapped sternly right then, "Luna, I remember your grandfather leaving this matter in my hands before we came here, or have you forgotten?"

"I. I."

Luna was stumped, and started crying even as whipped out her phone, "I'll call Mommy! You're all bullying me—"

"Unbelievable."

Helen sighed and locked her briefcase, before leveling a cool stare at Cato. "I'm afraid that our business talks have to be cut short here, since you refuse to be honest with me."

"No, no, no. Please, Ms. Lane!"

Cato cried out in short and quickly pleaded, "Please just give me a chance, Ms.

Lane. I'll tell you everything, okay? This isn't my company—it's my friend's. So, how about this? I'll introduce you to him, and he just needs 150 million dollars to settle the whole thing. We can even split the cost for the minor stuff equally!

What do you think?"

Helen turned and left at his words, having even less intention to stay after his brazen request. However, before she and Helen could leave, Cato suddenly bellowed at them, "Fine! I'll be honest—I owe loan sharks money, and I have to pay up or I'll get killed!"

Giving up on all pretense right then, Cato was baring his teeth savagely as he growled, "So you'd better partner up with me right now, or you're not leaving this place!"

At his outburst, over a dozen goons charged in from the door, each of them carrying baseball bats and other blunt weapons while glaring viciously at Frank and Helen.

"Hmph." Frank snorted coldly, not concerned at all with the small fries. "Partner up with you? Or do you mean daylight robbery?"

"Robbery?"

Luna flinched before she could call her mother, dropping her phone on the floor as she turned in disbelief toward Cato, finally realizing what was happening.

"Exactly!" Cato spat as he whipped out a wrench out of nowhere. "I'd be dead if I don't get the money anyway, so I don't mind swindling you bumpkins. It was going so well too, but you had to show up and expose me. Well, I'm done playing nice—pay up, or you're all dying here!"

Helen frowned as she watched the thugs closed in, her fingers clenching over her briefcase as she said calmly, "There's no point in killing me. I don't have the money—it's with my mother."

"What?! You manipulative bitch." Cato was stunned for a moment but soon laughed savagely as his eyes flashed furiously.

Wheezing, he growled with a sinister smile, "Well, it doesn't matter. You're all staying here! And I've been watching you for a while, Ms. Lane… No, I've been watching you since the moment we met! So— let's have some fun first, and then I'll call your mother to pay up. If she refuses to."

He looked around pointedly at the thugs around. "Well, my friends here have been holding back for too long. They are all dying to quench their thirst!"

"You're despicable!" Helen snapped icily.

"W-What about me?" Luna asked just then, at a loss.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 929-Luna had met Cato online, and she thought him handsome from his photos.

She was certainly hoping to hook up while building a business relationship, only for things to turn out like this.

"You?"

Cato turned in disdain toward Luna right then, grinning. "Why don't you take a good look in the mirror, pig?! I wouldn't even have bothered with you if it wasn't for your money!"

His venomous retort left Luna thunderstruck.

"Be careful who you meet online, I guess." Frank chuckled nonchalantly, perfectly calm enough to joke around even though he was up against a dozen thugs, as if it was just a walk in the park.

"What do we do, Frank?" Helen asked anxiously.

"Don't worry. No one will lay a finger on you as long as I'm around."

Cato could hear him brag and snapped right then.

He threw the wrench at Frank while bellowing furiously, "Go! Kill that bastard, but spare the chick. Whoever lays a finger on him will answer to him!"

The goons all grinned in understanding.

On the other hand, Frank merely held out his hand and caught the wrench midair although it was supposed to hit his face.

He then held up three fingers at the goons. "You have three seconds to get out of my sight. Three!"

His warning fell on deaf ears, however. In fact, the goons were all sneering in contempt.

Still, Frank stayed impassive as he bellowed, "Two!"

"Go!"

The goon in the lead charged at Frank, and Frank did not hold back, striking him across the face with the wrench as he counted, "One!"

The goon collapsed on the floor right then, clutching a bleeding cheek as half of his teeth were knocked out!

"Shit, he actually hit Gauma! Kill him!" another goon yelled, and the dozen over goons leapt toward Frank at once.

At the same time, Frank sighed and muttered under his breath, "Pushovers."

He raised his wrench again, breaking the leg of another goon who was leaping toward him.

"Argh!!!"

Even as the goon screamed, Frank caught him by the ankle and threw him at the other goons, knocking four of them down.

"Get the chick!" Cato bellowed right then.

A chimplike goon charged up to Helen, grinning sinisterly as he reached for her neck, only to suddenly find himself staring into a pair of eyes glaring coldly at him.

"What?!"

The palpable death aura from the eyes left the goon freezing up, and actually wet himself right then.

"Fuck off!" Frank had hygiene standards too and sent him flying with a kick.

"Go!"

Even as the remaining goons charged at him, Frank did not use his vigor at all and relied solo on physical techniques and speed, weaving in and out among them like a phantom.

In under two minutes, the goons were all left on the floor, screaming and sobbing from broken arms or legs.

In the distance, a terrified Cato dropped to the floor on his rump as he saw Frank start toward him, a blood-soaked baseball club in hand.

"W-What are you doing?! Stay away! Don't come closer!" He kept backing away until he felt his back against the wall.

With nowhere to run, he turned back toward Frank in panic.

But he had brought over a dozen men!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 930-Frank somehow floored those dozen over men with relative ease without breaking a sweat.

There was no doubt about it—the man was a martial artist!

How unlucky could he be?! Martial artists were far and few between… but he somehow ended up messing with one, and it had to be some backwater bumpkin at that!

Cato certainly knew he had messed up big time now.

At the same time, Frank dropped to a crouch before Cato and grabbed him by the hair, impassive even as he asked, "You were saying you're going to have some fun with my girl, weren't you?"

"Frank!" Helen rolled her eyes in the distance, exasperated.

Was that the only thing Frank heard?

Frank simply ignored her as he flashed a sickly sweet smile at Cato. "So? Are you still going to do it?"

Cato shook his head so violently his neck could break, already scared out of his mind.

"Well, you certainly can talk." Frank sighed, his eyes flashing sharply as he suddenly snapped, "I've never even had fun with her myself, y'know!"

"Please! I'd never dare! I'm so sorry! Just let me go!" Cato was sobbing.

"Oh, but I don't believe you." Frank chuckled, rubbing his chin.

"W-Well, what do I have to do?" Cato asked quickly and eagerly, seeing a chance just then.

Wham!

Frank suddenly got up and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing him to a eunuch in an instant.

"Argh!!!"

As Cato screamed like a gutted pig, Frank smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, I can rest easy now."

"Frank!" Helen stamped her feet in the distance, certainly able to see what Frank had done.

Why did he get so petty after coming to Morhen? She had been on the receiving end of such threats often enough—being beautiful was as much a burden as it was an advantage anyway.

"Hmph." Frank snorted and clapped Cato on the shoulder even as his face contorted horribly. "Just pray you don't run into me the next time you pull this, or it won't just be your balls, understand?"

"F-Fu…" Cato wanted to snap at Frank, but his rationality stopped him.

All he could do was to grit his teeth and stop himself from blacking out while using all his strength to nod.

"Good boy." Frank stood up, walking to Helen's side and beckoning. "Come on.

Let's get you a reliable subcontractor.

However, Helen rubbed her temples and sighed. "Frank, haven't you forgotten something?"

Seeing that Frank appeared puzzled, Helen pursed her lips and gestured at a dumbstruck Luna nearby.

Frank snorted. "Who cares? He's her online lover—you should respect her wishes."

With that, he shrugged and left.

At the same time, Cato finally recovered enough when Luna reached him and held out a hand, begging, " "Luna… Please, help me^"

However, Luna was thoroughly disenchanted and kicked him squarely in the groin, cursing, "Die, scumbag!"