Chapter 99: Chapter 97: Blasting the Female Lead into Fireworks
"Argh!!!"
"Let... argh!!!!"
’This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.’
’Shouldn’t this man have been captivated by , fallen in love with , and obeyed my every command? How could he treat
so cruelly?’
"You think you’re worthy of slandering the mother of my child? What are you? Her lover? Well, I’m the ’lover’ you’re talking about."
As he spoke.
With a wave of his hand, Jocelyn Grant flew into the air and exploded like a firework. This ti, it wasn’t a small spray of blood-red flowers, but a firework of brilliant, fleeting flas. It was quite beautiful.
Celeste Grant looked up at the sky.
"The holidays aren’t even here yet, and we’re already setting off fireworks."
’Wait a minute...’
’The female lead just exploded?’
’Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!! No way. There’s no way the female lead could die so easily.’
Just as she was thinking that the female lead definitely wouldn’t die so easily, Celeste Grant felt the wind and clouds surge above. The sky instantly darkened, as if it were about to crack open.
Even Javier Sinclair was stunned for a mont. This didn’t seem like soone undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation. Instead, it felt like it was coming for him.
He frowned slightly.
"What’s going on?"
Then, Celeste Grant saw a dazzling bolt of Heavenly Thunder as thick as a water bucket strike Javier Sinclair directly.
Startled by the sight, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly.
"I’m fine. It’s just a asly bolt of Heavenly Thunder."
As he spoke, he reached out and snatched at the air. The vortex of lightning in the sky was instantly ripped apart. At the sa ti, the thunder scattered, revealing a clear, boundless sky. It was as if the earlier sight of the heavens cracking open had been nothing more than an illusion.
’Oh?’
Celeste Grant’s eyes widened.
’He can even do that?’
’I have to admit, this Archfiend is ridiculously strong. It seems not even the will of the plot can beat him.’
Based on what just happened, Celeste Grant had already figured it out. This was the will of the plot in this book. In other words, the plot wouldn’t allow the female lead to die just like that.
At this mont, Javier Sinclair frowned slightly.
He also sensed sothing was wrong and said, "There’s sothing strange about that woman."
The mont his voice fell...
Celeste Grant’s vision blurred, and space reset. At that very mont, she saw Jocelyn Grant, still in that sa wretched state, half-buried in the dirt.
’So she can even co back from the dead?’
Celeste Grant was silent.
’Is the plot really this powerful?’
’Unkillable.’
’She’s truly unkillable.’
’At least not right now. The female lead is blessed with good fortune and influenced by the plot’s consciousness. So, the only way is to kill her n first and wear down her luck. It’s just as I thought—she can co back even after being killed.’
At this mont, Jocelyn Grant, still welded to the ground, was ranting furiously.
As for what she was saying, it was the sa thing she had said before.
"Celeste Grant was ssing around with seven or eight Evil Cultivators before you ca along! Your Excellency, soone like her isn’t worthy of your affection at all. That’s right, she even has a child, and who knows which of her lovers is the father."
Celeste Grant raised a hand, pressing her fingers to her forehead.
"It’s like I’m seeing a ghost."
’So annoying!’
’So damn annoying!’
Celeste Grant walked over and kicked her.
"Shut your damn mouth."
As she spoke, she turned to Nerida and asked, "Nerida, was she buried in the ground this whole ti? She was never pulled out?"
Nerida shook her head slightly. "No, Madam. I’ve been watching her the whole ti. She couldn’t have escaped."
’Heh.’
’No, she was already blown up once by your Exalted One.’
’So, besides , no one else noticed what happened.’
’Ti reset just a mont ago.’
She clenched her fists.
"Fuck..."
She couldn’t help but curse.
Just as she was wondering if Javier Sinclair would set off another firework, he turned to et her gaze, his face cold. "She’s strange."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up. She looked at him and grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with excitent.
"You rember."
"Yes."
Of course he rembered.
One mont, this woman nad Jocelyn Grant had been blown into a firework by him. The next, he was struck by lightning, and then ti had reset.
He refused to believe it.
He let out a cold laugh.
Javier Sinclair waved his hand again.
Karmic Fire instantly burned her to ashes.
The next mont.
She was back again.
Another wave of his hand.
Another firework exploded.
And she was back again.
"Fuck this, I don’t believe it."
He extended his hand.
A sword wreathed in black and red energy appeared in his grasp. He swung it in a single motion, and she died in a spray of blood.
And then she ca back again!
Looking at Jocelyn Grant, still perfectly fine and buried in the dirt, Celeste Grant reached out and grabbed Javier Sinclair’s wrist. "Stop. It’ll be the sa no matter how many tis you do it."
Javier Sinclair was also speechless.
’There’s actually soone I can’t kill?’
"Watch ."
Celeste Grant said with a sinister smile.
’If the will of the plot dares to strike my man with lightning, then I’ll torture the female lead to death.’
’Speaking of which, doesn’t this Jocelyn Grant love to dig out other people’s Spirit Roots?’
’Then let her have a taste of her own dicine and experience the despair the cannon fodder felt in the book when their Spirit Roots were dug out.’
Celeste Grant hadn’t forgotten that she and that Liam Yardley were still plotting to dig out her son’s Spirit Root.
At this thought, she gave a gentle smile.
She walked right up to her.
Extending her hand, a dagger appeared in her palm.
Jocelyn Grant saw her holding the dagger.
Her voice beca quiet.
"What... what do you think you’re doing?"
"Heheheh..."
Celeste Grant gave a wicked little smile.
"Co now! I’m digging out your Spirit Root. I’m actually very curious what your Spirit Root looks like. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle—quick and precise. I guarantee you won’t feel a thing. I’m just digging out your Spirit Root, you won’t die. Do those words sound a little familiar?"
Hearing this, the color drained from Jocelyn Grant’s face. ’Celeste Grant must have overheard the conversation she had with Brother Young back then.’
’She’s trying to get revenge on .’
Jocelyn Grant’s face was deathly pale. She shook her head frantically. "No, I don’t want this... Celeste Grant, you can’t dig out my Spirit Root! I was wrong, please let
go! I’ll do anything you want."
She couldn’t beco a good-for-nothing without any Cultivation.
When she was born, she was found to have a constitution with no Spirit Root, aning she could never practice Cultivation. It was her mother who used a Forbidden Technique to remotely take Celeste Grant’s Spirit Root and implant it in her. That was why Celeste Grant beca a good-for-nothing with no Spirit Root.
Now, the Spirit Root had already fused with her body. She couldn’t lose it. She absolutely could not lose it.
She turned her head to Mr. and Mrs. Grant, who were standing to the side. "Uncle! Aunt! Save !"
Mr. and Mrs. Grant were unmoved.
"Now you rember us? Jocelyn Grant, begging us is useless. When you hurt our Celeste, did you ever think about how much pain and sorrow you would cause us?"
Mr. and Mrs. Grant turned their faces away.
They would always stand by their daughter’s side. Anyone who hurt their daughter was not worthy of forgiveness. Forgiving her would only give her a second, or even more, chances to hurt their daughter.
’Impossible.’
’We will never forgive her.’
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