The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Quinn Ocean?! You're alive?!"

Donald stared at Quinn in disbelief, more shocked to see her than Frank!

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive and kicking!" Quinn laughed icily as her brow creased, and she bellowed, "You killed my father and forced me off a cliff. And now, you shall pay!"

Even as Quinn leapt toward him, sword in hand, Donald was clenching his jaw so hard his teeth could break.

"Fucking mooks! All of them!" he growled.

It was now obvious why his men never found Quinn's corpse!

However, he was not about to just roll over and die—he promptly overturned the table and quickly leapt backward to draw the sword hung on the wall. After everything was said and done, he was still a vigor wielder!

Still, Quinn was an unstoppable entity of rage, slicing through the table and clashing swords with Donald!

saw the man sitting limply on the floor. "Hmm? What are

Eron kept trying but could not muster

saw the written pledges on the floor and picked them

Eron suddenly screamed, finding strength out of nowhere—he was well aware that those pledges must never see the light of

Eron catching nothing but air as he tumbled face-first to the

to Eron given how obsessed

he scanned through the papers, and his expression was suddenly cold— even murderous—when he was

aura spilling out slightly as he leveled an impassive look at

the pledges, his eyes flashing with endless disdain. "I'll hand this over to your daughter. I'm sure she's keen

would have his own daughter marry a 50-year-old

it back!" Eron shrieked. "T-That's my family's business! A nobody like you has no

Smack!

again, Frank slapped him across the face with the back of his

so hard that Eron almost fainted as he looked at Eron like refuse, shaking his head in disdain.