The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What else is there?" Sif asked impatiently.

"Well, I was worried that this would give you a heart attack. Mr. Lawrence?" The South Sea Crow called out, turning toward the shadows.

"Mr. Lawrence...? As in... Frank Lawrence?!"

Shock showed on Sif's face. She was dumbfounded, even as she glanced between the South Sea Crow and the man emerging from the shadows.

Catching his cue once he was called, Frank strode out pompously into the open.

Disguises were unnecessary now-he took off his mask and glasses, then turned off the recorder in his pocket while greeting Sif formally. "Good evening, Ms. Lionheart." "You... Both of you..."

Sif came to a realization at the sight before her-she was no fool and turned to run after a moment of shock.

Don't you think

in an instant, striking her on the nape

collapse limply on the floor, breathing an eerie laugh. "Still unchivalrous as ever, my fellow apprentice..." Frank raised a brow, glancing at the fair legs poking out beneath

to show up and do it? I'd just

"Brat." Frank sighed tiredly.

now, as I'm sure the Lionhearts would suspect my involvement in her disappearance. I'd need a good place to hide, though.' "Go to Riverton. Find Burt Yorkman, and say my

Sea Crow nodded but soon laughed

his innocent fellow apprentice now ran her mouth like

met Gus Zeller, the Sorano retainer,"