"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 star
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 contin
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!""Sh
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 struc
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 w
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 fo
"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 w
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.