The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1132

Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't do it yourself. I have all the time I need… but I wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?"

Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, "Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic… They'd pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims… Oh, the horror!"

"Yes, Ms. Lionheart." Jimmy smiled. "With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—"

"Stop!" Vicky cried, overwhelmed.

She could still see her father's kind smile in her mind, and she knew her father—he was never a pervert, and he had definitely been set up.

And she certainly knew who did it too, but she just did not have proof.

Even if she hated Sif to the bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father was likely being put through the list of torture Sif mentioned.

Sif shrugged. "I know you're a proud woman, Vicky, but aren't you going to be more serious if you want to save your father? Did you really think I'd happily let you have proof if you just kowtowed and apologized? That's so naive of you."

"No, Sif. You never were going to help me!" Vicky snapped. "You're the one who framed my father!"

Sif snorted in disdain. "He's nothing more than a clown. No one could ever threaten the Lionhearts!"

Then, folding her arms before her chest, Sif leveled a gleeful sneer at Vicky. "Now, what are you going to do? Are you going to undress on your own, or do these kind folks around you have to help? Just look at them… They can barely wait!"

"Off! Off! Off!"

Sif's call was like fuel to fire, and the masked figures around Vicky were all cheering in excitement even as they leered at her.