"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.'
