The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1491

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.

"I can't."

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. I have a feeling that the brat would cause us some serious problems, and we need to eliminate him as soon as possible."

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

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