The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Once word got out that the Lionhearts were conspiring to assassinate the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen, their reputation would be dealt a serious blow. It went without saying that it would be much worse than Sif's troubles at Norsedam!

As such, Sif was now afraid to breathe a peep.

If she somehow exposed herself now, forget Ciril—even her own family elders would skin her for the sheer vileness of her plot!

Soon, Morhen would be left in chaos as it was every man for himself, while even the Lionhearts would find themselves desperate.

"N-No, sir," Sif quickly said humbly. "I came here to deliver an invitation—my brother Titus will be marrying Vicky Turnbull in a few days, and your family is cordially invited to attend the ceremony."

"Hmph. Yet another arranged marriage?" Ciril chuckled coolly and waved her off. "I understand. You may go now."

"Ah... yes, of course. By your leave, Mr. Janko." Sif bowed slightly, ready to flee with her men right then.

Frank a vicious glare, as if to

disappear, however, Ciril suddenly called out to

Sif asked, turning

for his generous hospitality." Ciril smiled darkly. "I will always be grateful, and I solemnly vow

she went straight to

from sight, Ciril suddenly coughed a mouthful of blood and dropped on

putting on a strong front

"Father!"

"Brother!"

to help

clapping him on the shoulder. "You've done well, Ned. I was right about you—I'm satisfied with what you've done, to say the least." "Father." Ned shook his head guiltily and sighed. "Yed

Ciril laughed heartily. "You understand how important it is to rely on others, to have faith and gamble—that's wisdom in its own right! Just look at me and your Uncle Lothar.