The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't do it yourself. I have all the time I need... but I wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?"

Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, "Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic... They'd pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims... Oh, the horror!"

"Yes, Ms. Lionheart." Jimmy smiled. "With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—" "Stop!" Vicky cried, overwhelmed.

She could still see her father's kind smile in her mind, and she knew her father he was never a pervert, and he had definitely been set up.

And she certainly knew who did it too, but she just did not have proof.

Even if she hated Sif to the bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father was likely being put through the list of torture Sif mentioned.

Vicky, but aren't you going to be more serious if you want to save your father? Did you really think I'd happily let you have proof if you just kowtowed

were going to help me!" Vicky snapped. "You're the one who framed

framed your father, and it won't just be you. I will bring down your entire family, and I will make sure Frank Lawrence suffers in eternal agony! Annulling my family's engagement, stopping my brother's master plan, and stealing his woman? You all deserve to die! And I will watch as every last Turnbull is crushed, while Frank screams

tonight, Sif would torment Vicky as

even the South

pay

Vicky bellowed icily. "Do you know what troubles await you and the Lionhearts once the

"The mayor of Morhen?"