The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

However, the Turnbulls missed one thing—Frank's patience had its limits.

"Listen." He sneered, shaking his head when Glen offered him Vicky as a reward. "Since you and your family are so sure I was helping the South Sea Crow, I shouldn't have helped any of you."

Pointing at Glen, he growled coolly, "Everyone here has been harassing me and mocking me ever since I came, and to be frank, I've had enough. However, I've endured it repeatedly for Vicky's sake."

Snorting coolly, he continued, "This will be the last time. I'll find evidence that the Lionhearts are scheming against you. But in return, none of you get to negotiate—you will free Vicky unconditionally, or I'll turn against you. And you can trust me when I say that my methods are more brutal than the South Sea Crow's." novelbin

Glen sighed lengthily at Frank's fearsome glare, knowing that Frank was really angry just then.

"If that's the last time, so be it," he muttered under his breath before looking up and saying, "You have my word. This will be the last time—once you have evidence that satisfies everyone, Vicky will be free, and no one in the family will meddle anymore. Will that do?"

Frank nodded, but a servant hurried into the room before he could speak.

"Sir, Titus Lionheart is asking to see you..."

He then paused, making an awkward look before continuing, "The wedding procession has arrived too. And we couldn't stop them."

Frank said nothing after hearing the report and simply stared at Glen.

Glen sighed again and kept impassive as he said, "Let them in. I'll explain things to them."

A procession of Lionheart cars arrived outside the central banquet hall of the Turnbull estate, each decorated with ribbons and bouquets of flowers.

It was such a long procession of cars that anyone standing from the front end would miss the other end.

A kindly, rotund and graying old man alighted in a white suit, walking swiftly up to the waiting Glen while turning toward the servant sat at the back, "Bring in the dowry!"

At his orders, over fifty chests of gems, jewelry and every form of valuables were brought up to Glen.

The contests of each chest was obviously worth billions, and given the number of chests, it was no exaggeration to say it was priceless.

Despite being magnates, many Turnbulls were gaping greedily at the chests.

"Haha..." the graying old man bowed slightly at Glen as he chuckled. "It's really been a while, Mr.

Turnbull."

"Didn't we just meet last week, Aesop?" Glen replied neutrally.

"Oh, I'm really getting senile too soon." Aesop laughed.

"Ah, you're finally here." Titus arrived just then as well, a look of understanding showing on his face when he saw Aesop.

It seemed that the wedding must go on despite the unforeseen circumstances, and the Turnbulls had no reason to say no.