Naturally, the woman was none other than Vicky.She did not hesitate to lunge at Frank as soon as she saw him, and as they locked gazes for several beats, she jammed her lips on his with passion that would leave anyone blushing."Ahem…"There was no telling how long had passed, and they finally pulled away when a servant cleared her throat."Madam Zims, could you cough elsewhere? I hate you!" Vicky rolled her eyes at the woman, staring daggers."Actually, Ms. Turnbull…" Madam Zims glanced pointedly nearby, and Vicky turned to find Titus himself standing there.The sinister look on his face was palpable—forget Vicky lunging at Frank and kissing him enthusiastically, the fact that she had to be told that Titus was there made it clear Vicky really did not care about him."I think I should remind you that we're getting married in three days, Vicky," he said darkly."Hah! Who wants to marry you?! I'm taking it back! I'm leaving with my darling!" Vicky snapped, her legs still wrapped
Vicky was an authority on that subject.However, she was not drawn to Frank just for his looks—it was his style, attitude, and measures which left Vicky profoundly enchanted.If she never met him, he might really have gone with the family's arrangement to marry Titus.But now that she had Frank, she could not care less about Titus.Moreover, Titus' accomplishment and current position was something he gained by riding his family's coattails, whereas Frank relied on himself to get where he was today.In time, he would outclass Titus by a mile—something which Vicky held in profound conviction.Leveling a solemn glare at Titus, she said, "I never believe in bullshit like fate—I'll take my life in my own hands, so I'll tell you this now: I'll never marry you. I love Frank and adore him, and he's the only one I'll ever marry. That engagement of ours? Hah! Fuck off!""Please, Ms. Turnbull!" Madam Zims dropped to her knees audibly, kowtowing endlessly, "Please reconsider! Every life in
Titus could see that he was achieving nothing too and got into his car.Before he left, he wound down his window and said quietly, "Vicky, it's all up to you—whether you're choosing my family's protection, or to let the South Sea Crow wipe out your family. I won't tell you what to do."Make up your mind in three days—during your family's annual dinner, an envoy from my family will send for you. If you refuse, consider the alliance between our families severed… at that point, you can really do whatever you like."With that, he reclined against his seat as he told his chauffeur to drive away.Vicky was left standing there, scowling.She was not stupid—if anything, she was quite smart. One did not become the most famous independent woman in Riverton by being a simpleton.In fact, she had already spotted Titus as soon as she saw Frank.That was why she instantly made up her mind to greet Frank so intimately while giving Titus the cold shoulder. It was her way of telling Titus that s
"Oh, right…"Vicky turned toward Frank, frowning as she remembered something. "Darling… Did Uncle Glen let you see me just because you asked? That's really not his style.""Oh, don't get me started…"Frank was about to promise Vicky that he would deal with the South Sea Crow, only for him to change the subject.As such, he had no choice but to tell her about the 'trials' he had to pass just to meet her.Vicky was stamping her feet in frustration just as he was halfway done. "I told him not to upset you whatever he did or threaten you with your family. He just wouldn't listen… And Uncle Zac too! Who on earth asks for a favor like that?!""Heh. Hold your horses—I haven't reached the fun part." Frank chuckled.Shaking his head, he told Vicky about the wager with Titus and Glen, the pain he went through with Professor Roberts just to treat George, and everything else.Vicky pursed her lips, almost cursing out loud. "Uncle Glen doesn't even care if Grandpa dies?! And it's your succe
Giving Frank a wistful gaze, Vicky asked, "When are you leaving, darling?""Not at the moment," Frank said after some thought. "I still need to treat your grandfather, and I estimate it'll take three days before I remove all the rot earwig eggs inside him. After that, I'll be handling your problem." "My problem?" Vicky was left a little stunned."Yeah." Frank nodded and smiled. "You said your family is on edge because of the South Sea Crow, right? I'm here now, and I'm not about to watch you suffer—I'll deal with her, and then we'll go back to Riverton together, okay?"His offered hand and earnest offer left Vicky spacing out for a moment. She put her palm on his warm hand, though she soon came to her senses and lowered her head so she could wipe away a tear without him seeing.Forcing a smile, she shook her head and said, "Darling, I know you're amazing and accomplished so much I wouldn't ever dream of… But the South Sea Crow is different. I don't want you to get in danger be
Naturally, the other Turnbulls were less than friendly toward Frank.Other than Vicky, they all had looks of a constipated person whenever they glanced Frank's way.He was a real piece of work, but they could neither snap at him nor chase him away.Hurt him? They were still counting on him to cure George!All they could do was to defame him in private, even blaming him for George's condition when he contracted it six months ago.Frank did not care at all—it was the last day of treatment for George and the day of the Turnbulls' annual dinner.Starting from the morning, luxurious cars were driving into the Turnbull estate, with men and women striding in as they attended the prestigious banquet.They were all family or regional executives, all of them embodying the might of the Turnbulls as one of the Four Families of Morhen.Naturally, Frank could see that not the entire family was gathered just yet.-At the center of the dazzling banquet hall, countless servants were hurrying
Frank took a sip of wine after clinking glasses with Titus but soon noticed something as the liquid slid down his throat."What…" He frowned, glancing at the dark-red wine."Problem?" Titus asked. "That's a special grade Romanee-Conti, imported from Franconia. They produce less than 400 barrels each year, but 200 of those have been brought here expressly for this banquet." After his commentary, Titus made a look of dramatic realization. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence—I've forgotten that hillbillies like you never get to experience such fine wine, let alone relish the exquisiteness in its taste."Nearby, Yonca hid her laughter behind her palm, while other Turnbull family members frowned at Frank too.Who was he? Why had they not seen him around before?His very presence was a polar opposite from the glitz and glamor of the banquet hall, so they couldn't help being curious.Still, Frank wasn't frustrated, even smiling and nodding. "Hehe… There really is something special about t
"Haha! Walter's back too? Terrific!" Frank turned and spotted a pair of familiar faces entering the banquet hall just then.Naturally, it was Vicky's parents, Walter Turnbull and Susan Redford.It seemed that they had to attend this banquet even though they lived in Riverton.Glen Turnbull was on hand to receive them, though his eyes soon widened in surprise and he looked around, searching. "Where's Les and Neil? Aren't they not coming back?" he asked."They're…" Walter was left making an awkward face, unsure what to say.Susan nudged him on the back, clearly wanting him to speak up."Ahem."Walter cleared his throat, and took out two reports, handing them to Glen as he explained exasperatedly, "Les was conspiring with our enemies and stole the recipe for the Beauty Pill which Vicky spent a fortune to acquire… He was killed during a fight thereafter.""What?!"The bombshell left Glen freezing, his lips trembling.Les was his second son… and he got killed in Riverton?!