The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And with Mark Lane around, no one was chasing Helen or Frank out of the Lane family.

Baba Yaga leveled Frank a troubled look just then and sighed. "The plan was to come after you after the Lane family exiled you... but that's unnecessary now. The gap between us is insurmountable-schemes and traps are nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power. "We were all working under the impression that the Lane family helped you to succeed... but sadly, it was the other way around."

Hearing her sigh, Frank also realized how many thought his success was thanks to the Lane family, and Baba Yaga was no exception.

In other words, she was saying that she was convinced Frank would be nothing once he lost the Lane family, whom she had assumed were his backers.

At best, he was a young but accomplished martial artist.

The reality that Frank was really the one supporting the Lane family was an insider detail, something which escaped even key members and executives of the Lane family.

Frank nodded in turn it seemed that Baba Yaga had simply picked her targets wrongly in the first place.

Watching her, he asked, "Any last words?"

allowed to live?" Baba Yaga laughed dryly, a pained look showing in

a stage'

only for the mess to get worse on every turn, ending with her

coolly, crushing Baba Yaga's last

a sharp glare.

thin thread launched out of Baba Yaga's sleeve, dripping with purple venom as it streaked toward Frank's neck. "Die!" Baba Yaga snapped, reinforcing the sharpness of the

"You sweet summer child..."

handily catching the thread and pulling,

sliced a bloody gash into Frank's palm instead of

that gash,

even if you might kill me! That's Autumnret-a secret recipe of Hundred Bane Sect. You

gas flowing from the gash

"Autumnrot, you say?"

Jaud White