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.

Lionheart? Don't you think it's already

striking her on the nape and

breathing an eerie laugh. "Still unchivalrous as ever, my fellow apprentice..." Frank raised a brow, glancing at the fair legs

chortled. "Isn't it more interesting for you to show up and do it? I'd just

"Brat." Frank sighed tiredly.

here... I'll be leaving Morhen 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

Sea Crow nodded but soon laughed

how his innocent fellow apprentice now ran her mouth like some sleazy taxi

I met Gus Zeller, the Sorano retainer,"