Really, what was the point of the Leaf family's auction? Why not just give away every auctioned item to the Lionhearts?!"Hmph. In that case, excuse me.""Yeah, well, the Lionhearts are too big for the rest of us to mess with anyway."Eventually, one of the bidders got up and left… and soon, there were groups of them."Huh… Wait, wait, wait, please don't go!" Jenny called out from the stage, but most of the bidders were packing up to leave anyway.After all, it was now clear that they had no reason to attend this auction anyway."What…" Sif was left stunned as she watched the crowd leaving the auction hall, never expecting everyone to leave just like that.But their reason was simple, with Frank being the precedent—if any of them chanced upon some treasure now, they could only leave with Sif's permission.If she said no, it was time to hand it over—or one would expect the wrath of the Lionhearts.And since no one present could afford to suffer the wrath of the Lionhearts, they
"Please be understanding."And with a polite nod, Jenny left without looking back.Sif was left standing there, shaking with rage.It was the most terrible day for her, ever!She paid a whopping grand total of 5.5 billion dollars for two pieces of junk. And worst of all, every bigwig attending the auction had seen the vindictive side of the Lionhearts, and as word soon spread, it would soon become the image everyone had of them.Forget Norsedam—even the main branch of the family in Morhen would be affected!"Bastard…" Knowing that she had messed up terribly, Sif clenched her knuckles even as her fury threatened to consume her.But she soon smiled savagely—since she had already messed up anyway, she just had to see things through to the end!She would make Frank pay even if all of Norsedam would talk—and most importantly, take the treasure he kept in his pocket. It was Frank's fault for messing with her, and if not for that little speech he made, the situation would not have f
Frank sighed. "Sif Lionheart is as despicable as she is… despotic."The Birthright rank goon leader paused visibly at the mention of Sif and snapped impatiently, "We have no relation to Ms. Lionheart. Hand over the Hale Marrow or die!""What, are you saying I'd live if I hand it over? Also, 'Ms. Lionheart'?" Frank snorted in disdain. "You slipped up there, brother."Realizing that he had been tricked, the Birthright rank goon leader gave up on all pretenses."Go!" he bellowed, gesturing for his men to attack Frank."Wait, you wanted this, right?" Frank casually whipped out the Hale Marrow just then."Stop! Don't break the Hale Marrow!" Some of the goons backed away when they saw it, afraid they would ruin it.The Birthright rank goon leader promptly strode up at Frank, demanding, "That's it! Give it to me!""Alright, take it," Frank replied and threw the Hale Marrow up into the air.In a split second, every goon's eyes were glued to the bright green sprout, while Frank sneer
Releasing streaks of pure vigor, Frank quickly projected a miasma before himself.Most people would not see it, but the goons could feel their movements slowing even as they charged inside. The weaker ones could not even move at all!On the other hand, Frank moved quicker while in the miasma.Pow!His punches landed rapidly, and five goons were left coughing blood, their bodies stiffening."What?! C-Could he have completed Birthright rank?!" The goon on the edge promptly withdrew his leg when he saw what was happening, his face turning pale in shock as if seeing a ghost.Frank's movement was smooth as a flowing river and inch-precise, even elegant in appearance.As he charged toward the edge of the circle of goons, he would strike with his palm, knuckles, or fingers while each goon still had their weapons raised, leaving them frozen in place.Then, when he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the miasma of pure vigor faded.The goons, who were all still standing, collapse
The lucky goon did not even dare to peek at Frank's car plate as they left.Moreover, Frank was not lying—the other masked goons stirred around thirty minutes later, each of them trading glances as they could not remember what happened.When they finally came to their senses, they were all terrified in the realization that Sif had messed with someone she should not.Nonetheless, Sif herself arrived, and she was frowning at the mess all over the place as well as the three headless bodies."What's going on here? Where's my Hale Marrow?!" she demanded. "Ms. Lionheart, that man is too much for us," the lucky goon strode up, bracing himself as he relayed Frank's message. "He wiped the floor with us without even breaking a sweat—he completely overwhelmed us.""Incompetent fools!" Sif was left seething at the sight of their dejected state, snapping, "He's just a hick, and you can't even deal with him?! Why do I even keep you around?!"While the goons promptly lowered their heads in
A grand procession of luxury cars could be seen driving from Riverton Avenue straight toward Turnbull Villa, with police cars leading the way.Each road and lane along the way had been cordoned off early in the morning just to receive the procession. Interested bystanders were all stopping in their tracks, wondering which bigwig would make such an ostentatious arrival.Walter Turnbull and Susan Redford were dressed grandly as they stood before their servants, waiting to receive the procession.When the cars all stopped inside, Sif slowly alighted as her chauffeur opened the door for her. She was dressed from head to toe in luxury brands."Welcome, Ms. Lionhart! Come on in!" Susan was absolutely fawning over Sif, since she was Titus' sister and elder sibling to the young master of Volsung Sect. As such, her position certainly held sway even among the Lionhearts."Long time no see, Mrs. Turnbull." Sif nodded politely, but there was no warmth in her haughty bearing, making the peckin
Walter had questioned Vicky many times since, but Vicky was deliberately vague—all she would say was that Walter did not have to worry about her engagement with Titus.In other words, Titus and Vicky had decided to annul their engagement in private.And knowing that, Walter expected the Lionhearts to send someone over eventually.Even if he had no idea why Titus would annul the engagement, the fact that Vicky said it meant that Titus had agreed to it.While Walter was spacing out in thought, Sif took a sip of her tea and spoke unhurriedly, "There's another month until the engagement that was agreed upon, but Titus told us it has since been annulled without citing any reasons."Leveling a thoughtful look at Walter, she asked, "I wonder if you're aware of this, Mr. Turnbull?""What?" Walter did a double take, thought about it, and shook his head. "No, I don't… But I guess it's Titus and Vicky's joint decision. We shouldn't meddle as a third party.""I see." Sif nodded as she turne
As Sif's words left the atmosphere tense, Vicky—who had just gotten out of bed and washed up—strode down the spiral staircase.Susan quickly changed the subject. "Oh, Vicky. Come here, sit—we were just discussing your engagement with Titus."However, Vicky was scowling and raised a hand to stop her. "I heard what you said," Vicky said, frowning as she turned to Sif. "I'm sorry to say this ahead of time, but my engagement to Titus Lionheart is called off with no grounds for negotiation."Everyone froze at her words, none of them expecting Vicky to be so blunt.Could there have been something they did not know?Susan frowned as she demanded, "What are you saying, Vicky? Have you woken up fully yet? Why would a proper engagement be called off, and how could you decide on that alone?!""I know what I'm saying, Mom," Vicky said calmly. "It's a shame that Titus Lionheart and I are just not meant for each other."Sif rose to her feet, her tone gradually hostile. "What is the meaning