A grand procession of luxury cars could be seen driving from Riverton Avenue straight toward Turnbull


    Vi, with police cars leading the way.


    Each road andne along the way had been cordoned off early in the morning just to receive the


    procession. Interested bystanders were all stopping in their tracks, wondering which bigwig would


    make such an ostentatious arrival.


    Walter Turnbull and Susan Redford were dressed grandly as they stood before their servants, waiting


    to receive the procession.


    When the cars all stopped inside, Sif slowly alighted as her chauffeur opened the door for her. She was


    dressed from head to toe in luxury brands.


    "Wee, Ms. Lionhart! Come on in!" Susan was absolutely fawning over Sif, since she was Titus''


    sister and elder sibling to the young master of Volsung Sect. As such, her position certainly held sway


    even among the Lionhearts.


    "Long time no see, Mrs. Turnbull." Sif nodded politely, but there was no warmth in her haughty bearing,


    making the pecking order all too obvious.


    Then, looking around, she asked, "Where''s Vicky? I don''t see her around... Is she refusing to see me?"


    Walter''s smile stiffened as there was an edge in Sif''s voice. "She just got out ofte. She''s been busy,


    and she came hometest night."


    Naturally, Walter would never mention that it was under his strong insistence that Vicky returned to the


    vi reluctantly.


    After all, she would be staying the night at Skywater Bay these days, allegedly to prevent ''a mistake''


    that would likely happen in her absence.


    "By the way, I prepared a present because I heard you''ll being. Take a look!"


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    Susan took out an emerald ne from a box, holding it out to Sif with both hands.


    "Hmm."


    The sight of the ne, however, reminded Sif of the emerald hale pearl she saw in Norsedam just


    last night. She scowled a little but nodded and gestured for a servant to take it.


    "Thank you, Mrs. Turnbull," she said.


    "Oh, it''s just a little present." Susan was a little disappointed to see that Sif did not take the ne


    herself, but she did not show it.


    She still had a favor to ask, after all!


    "Ahem." Walter cleared his throat and smiled. "I''ve had the servants prepare tea and refreshments. It''s


    been a long journey—doe in and rest your legs."


    "Yes, yes,e on in," Susan said in agreement.


    With that, they strode into the vi''s drawing room.


    As they took their seats, Walter spoke first, asking, "You''vee in a real hurry, Sif. Is there something


    important? May I ask what it is?"


    "I''ll be frank, Mr. Turnbull. My family in the capital told me toe here," Sif answered calmly, looking


    around. "It''s about Titus'' engagement."


    "I see," Walter replied.


    He was already mentally prepared but still felt a mess of emotions that Sif hade because of that.


    When Titus visited a week ago, he had asked specifically to meet Vicky in private without saying


    anything else.


    They had the room to themselves, but Titus eventually left scowling, while Vicky appeared relieved.