The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"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!

other hand, Frank slowly strode inside and immediately saw the man sitting limply on the floor. "Hmm? What

I..." Eron kept trying but could not

saw the written pledges on the

well aware that those pledges must never

sidestepped him, leaving Eron catching nothing but air as he tumbled

how obsessed he was, Frank had

murmured as he scanned through the papers, and his expression was

dark aura spilling out slightly as he leveled an impassive look at Eron. "I've really underestimated

over to your daughter. I'm sure she's keen to find out what his father would do just to be restored as the head

man would have his own daughter marry

it back!" Eron shrieked. "T-That's my family's business! A nobody

Smack!