The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank never told anyone when he left.

However, Madfist was already waiting downstairs at the hospital like a prophet, standing beside an inconspicuous Audi parked by the curb.

Frank stared at him blankly for a moment but soon came to his senses. He moved to ride shotgun, still holding the wooden box containing the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

"Bralog's Droitner Building, I take it?" Madfist asked bluntly and started the car after seeing Frank nod.

As he drove, he snuck a look at Frank beside him as he said quietly, "I know what you're going to ask, and I promise to answer your questions. First of all, I can assure you that Horey Lindt is dead." Frank's scowl eased at his words. "She's-"

"My adopted daughter," Madfist answered calmly before Frank could finish. "A good friend entrusted her to my care before he died... the girl was not even ten years old at the time."

Madfist's expression seemed to soften even as he recounted the story, but he eventually shook his head. "But she was obsessed with avenging her father-unsurprisingly, she assumed a blasphemous path, and though I caught on, she had me framed for a crime I did not commit. "That's how I ended up in Blackwater prison... But I guess that's how things were meant to be."

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"Geomantics...."

subject, and Mona Fairfax, who

I'm not surprised that the girl joined Cloudnine

student of geomantics, and some have even pushed it to new, twisted heights. Their men

"What?!"

the vice chief of Cloudnine Sect's Hall of Flowers,