The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"The South Sea Crow's declaration of war is no trifling matter," Glen said solemnly. "Frank, you said that you both came to an agreement, and my third brother is left permanently disabled as a part of that agreement. So, why would she break her promise and return now?" He could not ask those questions in the open, but he certainly sounded concerned as he questioned Frank urgently now.

"I'm not sure," Frank admitted his fellow apprentice had promised him and had no reason to go back on her word.

"Are you sure?" Glen pressed.

Frank could see the suspicion in his eyes but nodded in exasperation.

It was in a businessman's nature to be suspicious, and the Turnbulls were Draconia's most successful family in trade and commerce. Words alone would never have been enough to convince Glen-the leader of said family-but Frank had nothing else to offer anyway. If anything, it was normal for Glen to be suspicious, even if he had no idea why Ciaran would resume her vendetta against the Turnbulls.

Coerced by the Lionhearts, perhaps?

the dark as he was and sighed lengthily. "To be honest, I'd be relieved if it's the real South Sea

so?" Frank looked at him,

was briefly silent and explained, "You might not be aware, but Simon Lionheart-the current head of the Lionheart family and the chief of Volsung Sect-has

it. "You're worried they would go all out and come for your families' spiritron vein by using the South Sea Crow as an

really just the South Sea Crow coming at us for revenge. If

various branch families and assimilate their assets. There's dearly internal discord, and the South Sea Crow showing up right now is just

said, "And the way she issued a declaration of war so publicly... it's like she wants

on the matter?" Frank asked, tapping his fingers on the

keeping quiet, though they've been keeping a low profile with their movements lately anyway... as if preparing for something. Glen appeared unsettled, and both men

"Don't worry."