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?"

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

mad witch would tell

"Well then, I'm relieved."

looking into. There's no reason for him to get tough against us, refusing to proceed with the wedding even if it

must be

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

we'll have to send someone to deal

quiet for a while. What do you think about any of

his demeanor a lot less casual than earlier. "We'd have to spend a fortune too—this job would take at least five Volsung Sect

brother, don't you think you're

all, there was the mandatory rule that every Volsung Sect elder must be at least mid-Ascendant rank. To send five such individuals against some whippersnapper was overkill, to say the

nonetheless. "If anything, I think that's not enough. There's just no way to read Frank Lawrence... but I suspect that he is Donn Lawrence, exile of Mystic

Everyone gasped at Titus'