Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't do it

yourself. | have all the t| need... but | wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?"

Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, "Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when

it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic... They'd pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims... Oh, the

horror!"

"Yes, Ms. Lionheart." Jimmy smiled. "With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep

breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—"

"Stop!" Vicky cried, overwhelmed.

could still see her father's kind smile in her mind, and she knew her father—he was never a pervert, and he

been set up.

did it too, but she just did

the bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father was likely

of torture Sif mentioned.

a proud woman, Vicky, but aren't you going

really think I'd happily let you have proof if you just

to help me!" Vicky snapped. "You're the one

"Hahaha... You're smart, Vicky, but only that smart. Yes, | was the

you. | will bring down your entire family, and | will make sure Frank Lawrence

stopping my brother's master plan, and stealing his woman? You all deserve

And | will watch as every last Turnbull is crushed, while Frank screams on his knees in

torment Vicky as savagely as she could, or she would not

even the South Sea Crow would

pay for

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