After that, it was Zac and the rest of the Turnbulls' executives.

Walter's family of three worked hard, and soon the entire bucket of mop water was finished.

Stenched aside, it worked like a charm—even if they did not instantly recover like Vicky and the others, they were soon regaining consciousness, especially with the help of Vicky's vigor.

Most of them were getting to their feet, including Glen himself, although he blacked out again, his eyes rolling up his head in sheer agitation when he was told that Frank had saved his family with a bucket of mop water.

Even Titus was not spared the ignominy, his expression contorted with pure rage as he resisted his discomfort to drink half a bowl of mop water.

While Walter and the others were busy rescuing their extended family, Frank found the South Sea Crow standing atop the roof of the banquet hall, her hair dancing in the air.

And her alter ego was none other than the enchanting Marit Tisdon, Zac's wife.

did the Turnbulls do to you?" Frank asked as he tread over the roof

That's why I said you're the most interesting person

her cleavage perfectly. She certainly would not lose out to Vicky and was actually the

me?" Frank

bounty on your head, who wouldn't?" Marit said, winking at him. "Even the many Blackranks of Morhen are eager to get

a

As such, she might prove to

you... Or let's just say I'm more interested in the Turnbulls than you. Ah, what a

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