Vicky was an authority on that subject.
However, she was not drawn to Frank just for his looks—it was his style, attitude, and measures which left Vicky profoundly enchanted.
If she never met him, he might really have gone with the family's arrangement to marry Titus.
But now that she had Frank, she could not care less about Titus.
Moreover, Titus' accomplishment and current position was something he gained by riding his family's coattails, whereas Frank relied on himself to get where he was today.
In time, he would outclass Titus by a mile—something which Vicky held in profound conviction.
Leveling a solemn glare at Titus, she said, "I never believe in bullshit like fate—I'll take my life in my own hands, so I'll tell you this now: I'll never marry you. I love Frank and adore him, and he's the only one I'll ever marry. That engagement of ours? Hah! Fuck off!"
"Please, Ms. Turnbull!" Madam Zims dropped to her knees audibly, kowtowing endlessly, "Please reconsider! Every life in our family is in your hands! The South Sea Crow will be delighted if you refuse to marry Mr. Lionheart… before she picks us off one by one!"
"The South Sea Crow?" Frank frowned, somehow familiar with that name.
"I get it." Frank nodded at that point. "So the problem is the South Sea Crow? She's the reason you were compelled by Glen to marry that one over there?"
Vicky nodded exasperatedly, but soon pouted and snapped, "Yes, but I don't care anymore. I'm leaving with my darling, and no one can stop me!"
"Oh, Ms. Turnbull…" Madam Zims sighed feebly nearby.
Glen was certainly right—Vicky changed her mind as soon as she met Frank, and even Titus' presence was pointless.
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