The lucky goon did not even dare to peek at Frank''s car te as they left.


    Moreover, Frank was not lying—the other masked goons stirred around thirty minutester, each of


    them trading nces as they could not remember what happened.


    When they finally came to their senses, they were all terrified in the realization that Sif had messed with


    someone she should not.


    Nheless, Sif herself arrived, and she was frowning at the mess all over the ce as well as the


    three headless bodies.


    "What''s going on here? Where''s my Hale Marrow?!" she demanded.


    "Ms. Lionheart, that man is too much for us," the lucky goon strode up, bracing himself as he ryed


    Frank''s message. "He wiped the floor with us without even breaking a sweat—hepletely


    overwhelmed us."


    "Ipetent fools!"


    Sif was left seething at the sight of their dejected state, snapping, "He''s just a hick, and you can''t even


    deal with him?! Why do I even keep you around?!"


    While the goons promptly lowered their heads in fearful silence, the lucky goon added, "B-By the way,


    Ms. Lionheart... He told me to pass you a message."


    "Pass me a message?" Sif was puzzled.


    "He said." The lucky goon scratched his head awkwardly. "He told you to keep yourself in check."


    Naturally, the lucky goon left the ''stupidity'' part out in fear of angering Sif.


    "And he said he won''t hold back if you mess with him again." He trailed off, his voice gradually turning


    softer as he spoke.


    To no surprise, Sif was incensed.


    "He''s just some rich kid from a hick town!" she bellowed. "How dare he insult me like this!"


    Then, she wheeled on the goons. "And it''s all because of your ipetence! You''d better kill him the


    next time you see him, or your heads will roll!"


    "Yeah," the goons replied with much difficulty, trading nces.


    "Where did he go?! Did you get a bearing?" Sif asked.


    The goons all shook their heads in synchrony as they realized Sif was still bent on messing with that


    reaper—they were not that eager to die.


    "Ugh, you''re all useless!" Sif snorted, striding ahead and folding her arms before her chest. "Anyway,


    the family has just tasked me with finding out what happened to the Turnbulls in Riverton. When Titus


    visited them, he suddenly came back and was determined to annul his engagement with the Turnbulls


    without even giving a reason. I''m sure the Turnbulls have done something, and I just happen to be in a


    bad mood, so I''ll be taking it out on them. Let''s see if the Turnbulls can exin themselves... or they''d


    find me less than patient!"


    With that, she turned and strode off.


    The goons were once again trading nces, reluctance showing in their eyes.


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    Following Sif to Riverton was undoubtedly a punishment—the woman was infamous for being hard to


    please.


    And if things got bad with the Turnbulls, they would have to fight. They could only hope they did not run


    into a reaper like the one they just had met, or they might not be as lucky as they were today.