After that, it was Zac and the rest of the Turnbulls' executives.

Walter's family of three worked hard, and soon the entire bucket of mop water was finished.

Stenched aside, it worked like a charm—even if they did not instantly recover like Vicky and the others, they were soon regaining consciousness, especially with the help of Vicky's vigor.

Most of them were getting to their feet, including Glen himself, although he blacked out again, his eyes rolling up his head in sheer agitation when he was told that Frank had saved his family with a bucket of mop water.

Even Titus was not spared the ignominy, his expression contorted with pure rage as he resisted his discomfort to drink half a bowl of mop water. -

While Walter and the others were busy rescuing their extended family, Frank found the South Sea Crow standing atop the roof of the banquet hall, her hair dancing in the air.

alter ego was none other than the enchanting Marit Tisdon, Zac's

curious. Whatever did the Turnbulls do to you?" Frank asked as he tread over the roof tiles

said you're the most

her low neckline baring her cleavage perfectly. She certainly would not

Frank exclaimed

said, winking at him. "Even the many Blackranks of Morhen are eager to

are you going to have a go too?" Frank raised

could not read the true depth of Marit's abilities. As such, she might prove

I'm not interested in you. Or let's just say I'm more interested in the Turnbulls

was smiling charmingly. "I thought I'd wipe them all out during their bullshit annual dinner, but you had

story between you and

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