After that, it was Zac and the rest of the Turnbulls’ executives.
Walter’s family of three worked hard, and soon the entire bucket of mop water was finished.
Stenched aside, it worked like a charm—even if they did not instantly recover like Vicky and the others, they were soon regaining consciousness, especially with the help of Vicky’s vigor.
Most of them were getting to their feet, including Glen himself, although he blacked out again, his eyes rolling up his head in sheer agitation when he was told that Frank had saved his family with a bucket of mop water.
Even Titus was not spared the ignominy, his expression contorted with pure rage as he resisted his discomfort to drink half a bowl of mop water.
–
While Walter and the others were busy rescuing their extended family, Frank found the South Sea Crow standing atop the roof of the banquet hall, her hair dancing in the air.
And her alter ego was none other than the enchanting Marit Tisdon, Zac’s wife.
“I’m curious. Whatever did the Turnbulls do to you?” Frank asked as he tread over the roof tiles and approached her as she stood by one of the obelisks.
“Haha… That’s why I said you’re the most interesting person at that dinner, Donn Lawrence.”
Marit giggled coquettishly, her low neckline baring her cleavage perfectly. She certainly would not lose out to Vicky and was actually the clear victor in certain aspects.
“You know me?” Frank exclaimed in surprise.
“Tut, tut… With that hefty bounty on your head, who wouldn’t?” Marit said, winking at him. “Even the many Blackranks of Morhen are eager to get a piece of you!”
“So, are you going to have a go too?” Frank raised his brow warily.
He could not read the true depth of Marit’s abilities. As such, she might prove to be a handful if they really started fighting…
Marit raised her brow and stretched her back just then. “Shame. I’m not interested in you… Or let’s just say I’m more interested in the Turnbulls than you. Ah, what a blunder…”
Despite sounding depressed, she was smiling charmingly. “I thought I’d wipe them all out during their bullshit annual dinner, but you had to interfere.”
“What’s the story between you and them?” Frank asked quietly.
“Oh, is that interest I hear?” Marit licked her finger, flashing a bewitching smile as she batted her eyelids at Frank. “Are you going to help me against the Turnbulls? Oh, what should I do… I might fall for you now, handsome. And you look even better than the photos on your bounty. Heck, the more I looked, the easier on the eyes you are.”
“Hehe.” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “I might really help if not for Vicky. But what ifs would always be inconsequential.”
“Vicky? That pretty face down below?” Marit’s smile faded as she pouted grumpily. “What’s so good about her? Why don’t you just come with me, handsome?”
Then, her smile returned, smug even as she bragged, “I am an expert in ninety-nine positions. You’ll be begging for mercy—”
“Pfft.”
Frank snickered, reminded of something amusing. “I have an idea who you might be now… South Sea Crow, your title is simply nonsensical.”
