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.

glare, as if to tell him that

she could disappear, however, Ciril suddenly called out to her.

Mr. Janko?" Sif asked,

darkly. "I will always be

lips, and this time, she went straight to her car with her bodyguards without pausing

from sight, Ciril suddenly coughed a mouthful

was just putting

"Father!"

"Brother!"

help him, but he raised a hand to stop

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.

now!" 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. We both started out with nothing... But now, even the Lionhearts are tiptoeing

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