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.

shrugged. "I know you're a proud woman, 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

Sif. You never were going to help me!"

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,

sham from the very start tonight, Sif would torment Vicky as savagely

start... The Turnbulls, Frank, and even the South Sea Crow would not even know what was coming for

would all pay for their

Sif!" Vicky bellowed icily. "Do you know what troubles await you

"The mayor of Morhen?"