Chapter 1015
For once, the next couple days were finally uneventful for Frank, and he got to spend it with Helen as she was on a rare break too.
They went to the movies, shopped, and strolled through Morhen Park and other famous spots in Morhen. While they finally recovered a hint of the bliss they shared during their marriage, those calm days did not particularly last long.
Just three days after Nash was admitted, Cirian Zobel texted Frank:
[Tonight. The Dark Life. West Morhen.]
Frank’s gaze narrowed sharply at the short text.
Tonight was the decisive moment to catch the Lionhearts red-handed and change Glen Turnbull’s mind.
After telling Helen to stay put at Nash’s cottage, he headed out in the afternoon, ready to free Vicky from the Turnbulls’ shackles.
Helen followed obediently while telling him to be safe.
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The Dark Life was a bar, but only on the surface.
As Frank waited there before Cirian’s meeting, he spotted over ten martial arts, two of whom were Birthright rank. There was even one Ascendant rank keeping his face hidden with a mask.
Frank got himself shades and a mask too, blending in perfectly to the vibes in the room.
Just in case, he bought a voice recorder to gather proof against the Lionhearts.
Then, after waiting the entire afternoon, a familiar face entered The Dark Life-it was Sif Lionheart.
She went to sit in front of the bar, raising her eyebrows at a bartender.
The man nodded and whipped out his phone to dial a number.
Soon, a cloaked figure strode into The Dark Life and sat beside Sif, chuckling raspily. “Hehe. Long time no see, Ms. Lionheart.”
“Silence,” Sif snapped sternly, looking around and only continuing when she found nothing unusual around them. “You’re not as smart as I thought, Crow, saying my name in a public place.”
“Hehehe…” The South Sea Crow chuckled raspily again, before whispering under her breath, “I’m afraid my plan was sabotaged. The brat named Frank Lawrence saved the Turnbulls… They’d all be dead otherwise.”
Frank himself was staying hidden and not moving while recording their conversation with the device in his pocket.
Sif was snorting just then. “Hmph. Frank Lawrence? He’s already caught in my web-he’ll be dead whatever he does!”
Then, her tone changed sharply as she kept her voice lowered. “But that’s enough about dead people. You must hold up your end of the bargain by the time my family visits the Turnbulls in two days and wipe out every single one of their key members. Do you understand?”
“Hoho, of course I do…” The South Sea Crow laughed. “But you’re not going to default on me after I’m done, are you? Where’s the honor of the Lionhearts?”
“I knew you’d say that.”
Sif said quietly, sliding a check to the South Sea Crow. “Here’s ten billion. Get the job done and leave Draconia-you’ll live like a king with this much money.”
“Gratefully accepted. Heh, you Lionhearts really arrange for everything.” The South Sea Crow breathed a strange laugh.
With that, Sif started to turn and leave. “I’ll be going if there’s nothing else—”
“Oh, wait.” The South Sea Crow held out a hand to stop her.
“What else is there?” Sif asked impatiently.
