The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Well, I'm relieved with your assurance, Mr. Turnbull."

Aesop bowed his head at Glen before turning and beckoning at the procession. "Wrap it up—we're heading back now. We're coming back next week!"

"Yes, sir." Everyone answered at once.

It was clear that Aesop held authority too—at his orders, even Sif and Titus kept quiet despite having something to say.

All they could do was to grumpily return to their cars and head home.

Along the way, Titus was resting his eyes at the backseat, whereas Sif was ranting relentlessly, telling Aesop everything about her beef with Frank.

"Hmph." Aesop snorted. "I'm surprised that the whippersnapper had it in him."

Musing to himself for a moment, he then glanced between Titus and Sif. "Neither of you leaked our grand scheme, have you?"

head. "No more than a handful of us are aware of it. No

that mad witch would tell

"Well then, I'm relieved."

There's no reason for him to get tough against us, refusing

be Frank

arms before her chest. "He's as cunning as he is hard to read. We can't rest easy

have to

to Titus. "Well, you've been quiet for a while. What do you think about

is a must," Titus growled coolly as he opened his eyes, his demeanor a lot less casual

disbelief. "Dear brother, don't you

mandatory rule that every Volsung Sect elder must be at least

I think that's not enough. There's just no way to read Frank Lawrence... but I suspect that he is Donn Lawrence, exile

gasped at