The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chet continued, "Do it, and we don't have to keep hiding in Zamri! Now go! That's an order!"

His order clearly carried more weight than Grom's. Moreover, the accomplishment was especially tempting since the other Lionheart martial elites had no idea what Frank was capable of. On top of that, it was a fact that they had the advantage in numbers, whereas Frank's abilities remained to be seen.

And with Chet name-dropping Sil Lionheart, after hesitating for a while, the Lionheart martial elites except Grom made up their mind and encircled Frank.

They should just give it a try now-if they failed, so be it!

"Chet Jonas, you prick!" Grom bellowed.

He loathed Chet so much he could kill him right then, as only he knew that this was undoubtedly suicide.

Chet simply sneered at him in turn and growled coldly, "Quit trying to play up your importance, Grom. I will be telling you once this operation is over! Just you wait!" "You're going to tell on me?!"

Chet's unbelievable attitude left Grom laughing despite himself, and he turned to leave right then. "Tell all you want-I'm not playing your game! See you around!"

Chet simply looked on, not stopping him and only snorting. "What a coward!"

That was when a quiet laughter echoed. "You're leaving? Have you asked for my permission?"

Grom flinched even as he was just about to strode off, his whole body stiffened as he felt the violent death aura surging toward him from the back.

He knew right then that he would die on the spot if he moved.

It was an instinct, but as the strongest Lionheart martial elite in the room, he could clearly feel that none of them could stop Frank if he unleashed even a single iota of his vigor. As such, he paused and eventually unturned stiffly.

"M-Mr. Lawrence, I apologize-"

Before Grom finished, his head blew up like a watermelon.

Red and white splashed across the room, while the rest of Grom's body wobbled before collapsing to the floor.

"What?!"

"Gasp...."

All the Lionheart martial elites and

Chet were left dumbstruck at theRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

sight Grom was the strongest among them, having advanced far as a vigor wielder.

And he was dead, just like that?!

Everyone looked at Frank in fear, while he kept smiling and watching them in turn, never lifting a finger.

The Lionheart martial elites felt a

chill extending from their scalp down to their soles right then, and no one dared move an inch now.

"Fuck! Chet Jonas really killed us all!"

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Nearby, a bundle of flesh, blood and eyeballs that stuck to the wall from the force of Grom's exploding head fell off. It dropped near Urian's feet with an audible splash.

The man trembled endlessly as he watched, his soul leaving his body right then. "Argh!!!"

Chet was screaming as white brain matter rained down and landed in front of him, and he dropped on his rear with a loud thud.