The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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.

mind, and she

been set up.

it too,

she hated Sif to the bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father was likely being put through the

of torture Sif mentioned.

but aren't you going to be more serious if you want to save

proof if you just kowtowed and apologized? That's so

Sif. You never were going to help me!" Vicky snapped. "You're the one who framed

finally guessed it?" Sif sneered gleefully. "Hahaha... You're smart, Vicky, but only that smart. Yes,

will bring down

brother's master plan, and stealing his

every last Turnbull is crushed, while Frank screams on his knees in

sham from the very start—tonight, Sif would torment Vicky as savagely as

Vicky was just the start... The Turnbulls, Frank, and even the South Sea

would all pay