The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 1761

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."

he continued. "I did not think that I'd run into her so soon after I got

hear Madfist's voice turning hoarse as he finished, and it was clear that Madfist

the issue, instead changing the subject. "What's that blasphemous path you speak

what Horey had planned to do: to use the hellspawn in her belly to fundamentally alter her own physique into something

"Geomantics...."

and Mona Fairfax,

anything, I'm not

Sect is a student of geomantics, and some have even pushed it to new, twisted heights. Their men would even grow to become

"What?!"

the vice chief of Cloudnine

the Soranos, had a monopoly over

on the silver screen might be something else... Truly, none of the Southsea Four were really what they seemed-all Frank had observed was just the tip of the

human comprehension, and even Frank's father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, could not