The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"You idiot!" Ernest snapped. "Do you think I'm an idiot?! I'd never make a living if both of them got killed-don't worry, I've done my homework. The pillars of a hypogeum are plenty sturdy, and I'm just trying to scare them with a little bomb. It's not going to collapse."

That was what Ernest sincerely believed, but his contractors could not really agree.

No one actually knew for sure if the pillars of this particular hypogeum were sturdy. However, they could tell that Sylvie was skeptical, judging from the fact that she did not bring her team with her.

Moreover, this hypogeum had been built over a thousand years ago. Even when it came to modern infrastructure with rebars and concrete, a single explosion could still cause problems.

One of the contractors then said, "You'd best be sure about this. It's quite serious, and there might be consequences."

Ernest snapped at them again, "You're all six feet tall and then some, but you have no balls at all! People would laugh if they knew!"

Snatching a stick of dynamite from a contractor, he lit the fuse and threw it into the tomb.

Startled, everyone promptly turned to run, all while screaming that it was not their fault.

Ernest calmly trudged along behind them, snorting. "Cowards. You're all just embarrassing me now."

However, just as they got some distance away, the fuse ignited.

Boom!

thunderous rumble ensued, followed by the very

"It's a tremor... shit!"

they were demolition experts and knew

"It's empty down there.

it would only be effective if placed strategically and with the use of shrapnel. There would not be much shrapnel when thrown so aimlessly, nor

effectively. It's like how different it would be if you were wearing an armor

he shrugged as if to assure himself. "It's just a tremor. The wisdom

contractors was unsure how he should react to that. "Even if it is, the erosion of time is unstoppable. Any construction material would also wear off

that point, even Ernest started to feel a

boys. No one must breathe a word

stake, and Ernest thought keeping it a secret would

it, why do it at

they kept it a secret, the governments always kept

knew that Ernest had an argument with Sylvie, they just

now was to pray