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

behind Sif in an instant, striking her on

of her cocktail even as she watched Sif collapse limply on the floor, breathing an eerie laugh. "Still unchivalrous as ever, my fellow apprentice..." Frank raised a brow, glancing at

Sea Crow chortled. "Isn't it more interesting for you to show up and do it? I'd just like to see Sif look

"Brat." Frank sighed tiredly.

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,

soon laughed

it," Frank snorted, wondering how his innocent fellow apprentice now ran her mouth like

I met Gus Zeller, the