"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!

the other hand, Frank slowly strode inside and immediately saw the man sitting

but could not muster a full sentence

the written pledges on the floor and

Eron suddenly screamed, finding strength out of nowhere—he was well aware that those pledges must never see the light of day and leapt

nothing

very important to Eron given how obsessed he was, Frank

through the papers, and

sigh, his dark aura spilling out slightly as he leveled an impassive look at Eron. "I've

endless disdain. "I'll hand this over to your daughter. I'm sure she's keen to find

own daughter marry

family's business!

Smack!

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