The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

However, Rob heard Vicky too.

"Come back for you? Frank Lawrence?"

He sneered, heartlessly crushing Vicky and the others' fantasies. "Jan isn't just the best soldier in Draconia-he's the best across Draconia! He alone suppressed the northern savages, and that makes him no different from the Lord of the Southern Woods to an extent. He could handle those maggot martial artists by himself, and that manwhore you're pinning your hopes on is no match for him."

Rob felt smug even as Vicky and Glen turned pale, though he was also feeling curious about what was taking Jan so long.

Still, he had his orders and he knew this could not drag on-he had to seal the deal before the Turnbull branch families caught on.

Hence, he ordered his men to escort Glen and Vicky to the biggest ballroom in Turnbull Estate.

Naturally, his men already had the place under control-hundreds of soldiers were congesting the ballroom and around it. Every Turnbull executive and the branch families who were here were all not allowed to escape.

"Dad, if you don't want the family to suffer any casualties, you will do as you're told-step down as head of the Turnbull family, while I take your place."

Rob spoke coolly as he led his father to his seat, before turning toward the silent Vicky and sneering. "Whether the Turnbull Estate would see a bloodbath today depends entirely on your choice."

Glen was already feeling despair, his thought a mess as he seemed to age decades, while his son 'helped' him back to the main seat of the grand ballroom.

Everyone in the ballroom was restless and whispering among themselves because of the soldiers locking down the place.

As most of the people present were key members of the Turnbull family, they were all shrewd business folk.

In fact, most had already realized the truth-Rob and his men did not leave to investigate the chaos in the other ballroom because they were the instigators in the first place.

A gnawing sense of foreboding crept inside them, as things could change dramatically in the family soon.

"Ahem. Everyone..."

At the same time, Rob strode past

his own father to take the main seat, speaking quietly into the mike, "Following our investigation, it turns out that the South Sea Crow incited the martial artists in Ballroom Three to fight among themselves.

Pausing to see everyone's reaction, he chuckled coolly before continuing, "My father is worse for wear from the shock, but fortunately, my brother Jan and I worked

together to pacify the situation and

slayed the South Sea Crow

We

won't have to worry about her

causing us problems anymore now!

Let's hear a cheer for our victory!"

However, there were a lot less cheers than what Rob expected-only sporadic claps were heard.

The members of the Turnbull family

present were no fools. They could already see that something was wrong from Glen and Vicky's expressions, as well as the soldiers confining them to thisNôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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ballroom-there was something most definitely suspicious about this 'return' of the South Sea Crow.

Some even started asking questions.

"Where's Frank Lawrence, Rob?"

Rob was actually surprised that the Turnbulls thought so highly of Frank and frowned slightly in displeasure.

"Yeah, didn't he go with you earlier?"