The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Who knew? Frank might even clap and launch some fireworks and celebrate the moment the South Sea Crow massacred the Turnbulls. After all, they had never treated him fairly ever since he came to Morhen, and he was not one who maintained grace in the face of grief. They had constantly harassed him while posturing themselves with the superiority as one of the Four Families of Morhen, even breaking promises.

As such, how was Frank supposed to play nice with the likes of them? However, while he got tough in the face of injustice, it was really “what you see is what you get’ with him.

In other words, Frank could be a softie at times.

"Urgh, whatever..." His shoulders slumped feebly after Vicky tugged on him and pleaded for a long while.

Having suffered this much grief, what was a bit more, and for Vicky's sake at that?

Whipping out the two remaining antidote pills, he handed them to Walter and said, "These won't be enough, and I don't have time to cook more... Get a bucket of water and dissolve the pills in the water, then feed each person half a bowl of it."

Walter nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence." However, it was Susan Redford who noticed that something was amiss. "Wait, where do we get a bucket?"

That was certainly true—all this luxurious banquet hall provided was fine dining and bottles of wine and champagne. Buckets and even clear water was out of the question.

around.

in a corner and strode over, picking it up along with the

Walter and throwing it into

strode off. "Alright,

appeared worried,

South Sea Crow, of course.

grinned. "I'll resolve this issue

that, he leapt, instantly dashing out

awkwardly

"Walter, what..."

they really supposed to feed that mop water to every bigwig in the Turnbull