The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Simon Lionheart, the head of the Lionheart family, had grounded Titus Lionheart for his previous slip-up.

Titus never complained as he meditated and studied, keeping his nose out of worldly matters.

Even as he received Simon's summon, he merely nodded, as if he had already expected it.

While he did not appear particularly thrilled, the two sentries with him were.

"Congratulations, Master Titus! Master Lionheart must have a task for you. It seems that your days in confinement are over."

"Exactly, Master Titus. Master Lionheart is wise he would never neglect you forever. And today is the day your fortunes will change!"

Despite their sycophancy, Titus' expression remained placid, and he did not even lift a brow as he spoke quietly, "My father must have something in mind when he called for me, and I'm not particularly affected by my punishment. Why celebrate?" With that, he strode off, leaving the two sentries trading glances.

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Soon, Titus arrived at the streamside wooden cabin.

He did not appear too humble in the presence of the white-haired Simon and simply bowed his head in greeting. "Father."

Seeing his calm attitude, Simon nodded in satisfaction. "Do you know why I asked for you, Titus?"

"The Turnbulls?" Titus replied without hesitation-it really was a no-brainer.

"Yes," Simon replied, opening his eyes.

He admired his eldest son, especially his attitude-even if he lacked raw talent, he made up for it with his shrewd mind and attitude. Calm and calculating, it was an attribute he inherited from himself.

His other son, Ehud Lionheart, inherited his prodigious talent for martial arts and overwhelming physical power.

Both of them were hopes for the family's future.

"Jan Lionheart has been killed at Turnbull Estate," Simon said calmly just then. "I'm hoping to hear your thoughts on the matter."

"Jan is dead?"

Titus did a double take-he only found out about that now.

Narrowing his eyes in thought, he said uncertainly, "Did the Turnbulls find a new supporter, or..."

"It's the Lawrence brat," Simon replied before he could mention the possibility.

"Frank Lawrence?" Titus appeared slightly surprised, and soon frowned. "He's growing even quicker than expected. If he killed Jan by himself, then..." Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Titus turned toward Simon, his eyes flashing coolly. "Are you going to do it yourself?"

"I can't."

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Simon shook his head, sighing in disappointment. "I'd like to do it, but we have an agreement with the Lord of the Southern Woods-none of us elders and secluded martial elites are to lay a finger on his son. Otherwise, that geezer might really go full scorched earth, and no one will get off scot-free at that point."

"Then how are we dealing with him?"

Titus frowned, his tone cool. "Tell Ehud to return? But-"

"No." Simon looked up, leveling his eerie eyes at Titus. "He has just received a spiritron vein, and he must not be disturbed in his training. So I'm leaving it to you, Titus have a feeling that the brat would cause us some serious problems, and we need to eliminate him as soon as possible."

"Good. You may go," Simon said calmly. "The inner sect elders of Volsung Sect will offer assistance and remember, no loose ends."

"I understand, Father." Titus nodded after a brief silence.