"Quinn Ocean?! You're alive?!"

Donald stared at Quinn in disbelief, more shocked to see her than Frank!

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive and kicking!" Quinn laughed icily as her brow creased, and she bellowed, "You killed my father and forced me off a cliff. And now, you shall pay!"

Even as Quinn leapt toward him, sword in hand, Donald was clenching his jaw so hard his teeth could break.

"Fucking mooks! All of them!" he growled.

It was now obvious why his men never found Quinn's corpse!

However, he was not about to just roll over and die—he promptly overturned the table and quickly leapt backward to draw the sword hung on the wall. After everything was said and done, he was still a vigor wielder!

Still, Quinn was an unstoppable entity of rage, slicing through the table and clashing swords with Donald!

immediately saw the man sitting limply on the floor. "Hmm? What are you doing

Eron kept trying but could

written pledges on the floor and picked

aware that those pledges must never see the light of day and leapt

nothing but air

to Eron given how obsessed he was,

through the papers, and his

out slightly as he leveled an

muster a single word as Frank put away the pledges, his eyes flashing with endless disdain. "I'll hand this over to your daughter. I'm sure she's keen to find out what his father would do just to

own daughter marry a 50-year-old

shrieked. "T-That's my family's business! A nobody like you has

Smack!

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