The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Zac actually flinched from Marit's eerie smile. "What?!"

"What a fool, Zac..."

Marit kept smiling as she shook her head at him, sighing in disappointment. "But I guess I could tell you something that might cheer you up."

Bursting out in laughter right then, she guffawed so hard that she could cry. "When your wife said that she was going abroad, what she meant was that she was going to have fun with her other lovers, right under your nose! In the hotel you owned, too! Hahaha..."

"What?!" Zac was left stunned in disbelief. “Impossible! Marit isn't like that!"

“I'm sure everyone else here knows about that, don't they?"

Marit simply turned toward some of the younger men among the Turnbulls, and at least five of them hung their heads right then. "What... H-How could you..." Zac was not so stupid that he would not understand.

In fact, he recognized that one of them was his nephew!

Marit even giggled. "Y'know, when I killed her, she had four men on a hotel bed! It was just impressive!"

up!" Zac bellowed in a frenzy and charged toward Marit

to stop him.

Marit deftly sprang from the

stop her, but it was already

laughing maniacally before shouting, "Do you remember the defenseless girl you murdered three years ago at the South Sea?! That

like a balloon, and Frank only

Bang!

explosion, pungent, rotting flesh shot away at every direction

even as the shockwave from the explosion

guests in the hall were caught in the splatter of

sizzle and realized that Marit's body was highly acidic, soon leaving

across the banquet hall soon enough, but fortunately,