The members of the Martial Alliance had no idea what Frank and Silverbell were talking about, but they heard the last part where Silverbell agreed to Frank’s request of protecting Walter for two days. That was virtually impossible with the power that the mayor of Morhen commanded.
His daughter was molested in public, and he was not about to wait two days to retaliate!
If anything, Walter would be killed no sooner after they delivered him to the mayor’s residence.
Even if Silverbell’s position seemed to command respect and authority, as a guardian of Morhen-the heart of Draconia-she was basically a glorified bodyguard. She would be punished all the same if she insulted the mayor of Morhen, which was why the members of the Martial Alliance quickly tried to stop her.
“Absolutely not, Lady Silverbell!”
“You’d be insulting the mayor of Morhen if you do that… It’ll ruin your future!”
However, Silverbell knew better than anyone the price she would pay if she protected Walter.
Even so, she could not refuse Frank’s request, and she was even blushing, her heart pounding when Frank inadvertently cornered her against the wall.
“That’s enough. Stop trying to talk me out of this,” Silverbell said solemnly and sighed. “I’m sure the mayor could afford me if it’s just two days.”
“Do you have to go that far, Lady Silverbell?”
“For some brat… For Frank Lawrence?”
Silverbell stayed silent.
She could not answer the Martial Alliance elders’ questions, but she refused to turn against Frank too.
“This is the last time,” she told
herself, though her heart was aflutter as she remembered Frank’s determined, unyielding gaze. “Donn, you’ve changed so much over the years…”
Frank watched as the members of the Martial Alliance left before returning inside the bungalow.
Since he had done what he could for now, he said, “Mrs. Turnbull, I’d like to know where Vicky is.”
Susan was crying herself hoarse, but she also knew that Walter’s safety depended on Frank.
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er tears, she sobbed, “I and left. The letter’s over the
Susan fumbled as she passed it to Frank, while Frank’s eyes narrowed when he read it.
“What does it say?” Glen came up and asked.
“She’s on Waver Street. Where’s that supposed to be?”
“Let me see…”
Glen took the letter and saw that there was a code, telling Vicky to meet on Waver Street.
No longer hesitating, Glen turned toward Frank and explained, “It’sa quiet place in Southwest Morhen, a red light district where various factions have partial influence. It’s a total mess…”
“Who could have lured Vicky there?” Frank asked, ready for action.
“Wait!” Glen stopped him. “My family’s future hangs in the balance. We can’t let you go there alone.”
