"Argh!!!"

"Let... argh!!!!"

’This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.’

’Shouldn’t this man have been captivated by me, fallen in love with me, and obeyed my every command? How could he treat me 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 time, it wasn’t a small spray of blood-red flowers, but a firework of brilliant, fleeting flames. 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 moment. This didn’t seem like someone 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 measly 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 same time, 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 moment, Javier Sinclair frowned slightly.

He also sensed something was wrong and said, "There’s something strange about that woman."

The moment his voice fell...

Celeste Grant’s vision blurred, and space reset. At that very moment, she saw Jocelyn Grant, still in that same wretched state, half-buried in the dirt.

’So she can even come 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 men first and wear down her luck. It’s just as I thought—she can come back even after being killed.’

At this moment, Jocelyn Grant, still welded to the ground, was ranting furiously.

As for what she was saying, it was the same thing she had said before.

"Celeste Grant was messing around with seven or eight Evil Cultivators before you came along! Your Excellency, someone 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!’ 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

’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 time? She was never pulled out?"

Nerida shook her head slightly. "No, Madam. I’ve been watching her the whole time. She couldn’t have escaped."

’Heh.’

’No, she was already blown up once by your Exalted One.’

’So, besides me, no one else noticed what happened.’

’Time reset just a moment 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 meet 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 excitement.

"You remember."

"Yes."

Of course he remembered.

One moment, this woman named Jocelyn Grant had been blown into a firework by him. The next, he was struck by lightning, and then time 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 moment.

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 came 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 same no matter how many times you do it."

Javier Sinclair was also speechless.

’There’s actually someone I can’t kill?’

"Watch me."

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 medicine 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 became quiet.

"What... what do you think you’re doing?"

"Heheheh..."

Celeste Grant gave a wicked little smile.

"Come 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 me.’

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 me go! I’ll do anything you want."

She couldn’t become a good-for-nothing without any Cultivation.

When she was born, she was found to have a constitution with no Spirit Root, meaning 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 became 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 me!"

Mr. and Mrs. Grant were unmoved.

"Now you remember 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.’