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?"

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

a stage' certainly

only for the mess to get worse on every turn, ending with her death. This was really

crushing

up at him with a sharp glare.

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

"You sweet summer child..."

certainly noticed her movement, handily catching the thread

proved endlessly malleable-it sliced a bloody gash into Frank's palm

that gash, she

me! That's Autumnret-a secret recipe of Hundred

Frank found a purple gas flowing from the gash and up

"Autumnrot, you say?"

White had stolen