The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The black-clad man then asked, "What should we do, Mr. Lionheart?"

"Stay calm," Titus replied. "Just find out what he came back for, and tell my father about this-warn him to be careful." "Understood." The black-clad man nodded and disappeared with a puff of black smoke.

"The Lord of the Southern Woods..."

Titus then murmured to himself, "Don't tell me he's dying soon? But it isn't the time for that yet..."

Meanwhile, at Turnbull Estate, Vicky regained consciousness around noon, and Frank was checking on her facial injuries.

It went without saying that his medicinal paste was highly effective, as the cuts on Vicky's face were already scabbing. At that rate, she would make a full recovery in this. "Frank, do you think I'd have to live with this?" Vicky asked as she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

Though she sounded relaxed, Frank could see the hint of worry in her eyes. "Maybe."

right then and turned to find his sly

She snorted, throwing a punch at him as she realized he

Frank chuckled. "Not only would there be no scars,

up scarred and deformed? Would you still love me?" "Don't be silly. Would you still love me if I ended up with a face full

self, was there a woman who did not care about

Vicky answered without

shrugged. "Don't worry-I promise you won't have any scars left on your

to say." Vicky pouted, but Frank

winked at him and asked him a potentially lethal question, "By the way,