The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1622



And with Mark Lane around, no one was chasing Helen or Frank out of the Lane family.

Baba Yaga leveled Frank a troubled look just then and sighed. "The plan was to come after you after the Lane family exiled you... but that's unnecessary now. The gap between us is insurmountable-schemes and traps are nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power.

"We were all working under the impression that the Lane family helped you to succeed... but sadly, it was the other way around." Hearing her sigh, Frank also realized how many thought his success was thanks to the Lane family, and Baba Yaga was no exception.

In other words, she was saying that she was convinced Frank would be nothing once he lost the Lane family, whom she had assumed were his backers.

At best, he was a young but accomplished martial artist.

The reality that Frank was really the one supporting the Lane family was an insider detail, something which escaped even key members and executives of the Lane family.

Frank nodded in turn-it seemed that Baba Yaga had simply picked her targets wrongly in the first place.

Watching her, he asked, "Any last words?"

"Last words... Can't I be allowed to live?" Baba Yaga laughed dryly, a pained look showing in her eyes.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

The phrase 'life's a stage' certainly applied here...

She had really thought that this would be just a favor for an old friend, only for the mess to get worse on every turn, ending with her death. This was really not worth it.

"No," Frank said coolly, crushing Baba Yaga's last hope.

But in a split second, she looked up at him with a sharp glare. "You brat! Even you have to work for it if you want me dead!"

There was a brief flash as a thin thread launched out of Baba Yaga's sleeve, dripping with purple venom as it streaked toward Frank's neck. "Die!" Baba Yaga snapped, reinforcing the sharpness of the thread with pure vigor.

"You sweet summer child..."

Frank certainly noticed her movement, handily catching the thread and pulling, intending to snap it.

However, the thread proved endlessly malleable-it sliced a bloody gash into Frank's palm instead of snapping.

And seeing that gash, she roared

with laughter, "You will suffer even if

you might kill me! That's

Autumnrot-a secret recipe of

l

Hundred Bane Sect. You will carry it

with you for the rest of your life!"

As if on cue, Frank found a purple gas flowing from the gash and up to his arm.

"Autumnrot, you say?"

Frank had long since read Hundred Bane Anthology, which Jaud White had stolen from Hundred Bane Sect, committing it to memory.

He therefore instantly remembered

the composition of the Autumnrot scoffing, "It melts the nerves and freezes the hearts and organs, but it's not enough against me!"

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Hence, as Baba Yaga looked on in shock, he tapped his arm's

acupoints, directing his pure vigor's

6 and pushed the violent poison

back out of his palm.

Then, Frank swung his hand, flinging the Autumnrot at Baba Yaga and splashing it squarely at her eyes.

She howled as she clutched her face and dropped to the floor, flailing around violently.

When she stood up again, there were two deep, dark cavities where her eyes had been-her eyeballs and the flesh around had melted away. "You reap what you sow!"

Frank refused to give her another chance and pointed with a finger.

The pure vigor he infused inside Baba Yaga's body detonated right then.