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qThe next few days were the usual busy, fulfilling, and peaceful days.
Ever since Chrono died, Francesca was no longer under threat. Gordon brought Sloan and
the rest over to the orphanage and stood guard there. They returned to Xendale on the
day the orphanage reopened.
The children in the orphanage had recovered from the trauma after over a month-long of
counseling. Life at the orphanage had returned to normal.
Francesca would visit the children every day. Relieved to see the bright smiles on their
faces, Francesca started her research on William's new treatment plan. She also began
developing new concealed weapons and psychedelics at home.
Ms. Layla had emphasized the importance of concealed weapons and drugs numerous
times, but I had a lot of deterrents back then, so I didn't focus on that. However, after
Chrono's incident, I realized the importance of it. Even though I have self-defense skills
and can deal with a few people, I'm still at a disadvantage when dealing with professional
assassins.
Beast summoning requires preconditions, so I can't use it anytime I want. If I don't have
any other skills, it'll be difficult for me to protect the children at the orphanage. I
discovered the spontaneous combustion powder by accident when I was trying to stop
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnthony's bleeding. It surprisingly came in handy at a crucial moment. Without it, the
consequences would've been deadly. Ever since that incident, I finally realized the
importance of concealed weapons and drugs. Luckily, making weaponry and drugs is a
cakewalk for me. I already have a lot of inventions, but I don't have the chance to test
them out yet.
Anthony was sipping on his soup when a loud blast came from the backyard. He jolted
upright, reached for his crutch frantically, and staggered as quickly as he could to the
explosion site. “Oh, Francesca!”
“Ms. Felch!” Kerrie urgently raced to the backyard too.
Dark billowing clouds of smoke seeped through every crack of the laboratory. There was
even a fire burning in a corner. Anthony opened the door and wanted to enter, but the
raging blaze stopped him at the threshold.
Panic filled him as he hurriedly asked Kerrie to call the fire department.
At that moment, a petite figure walked out of the laboratory with soot stains all over her
face. Only her clear, bright eyes were clear of the stain. The hair on her head stood up and
pointed in every direction.
“The strength of this Marshmallow Bomb is truly amazing. Luckily, I wore the protective
vest I designed.”
Anthony was stunned by the whole incident. “What the heck?”
“Ms. Felch, are you working on a new experiment?” Kerrie, on the other hand, immediately
knew what Francesca was doing. “Are you all right?”
“I'm fine.” Francesca let out a sigh. “Please prepare a bath for me. I need one.”
“Sure. I'll prepare it now.” Kerrie left to carry out the order.
“Don't enter. There are toxins in there.” Francesca shut the door to the laboratory.
“You're contradicting yourself.” Comprehension dawned on Anthony. “You tested the
weapons you designed against the protective vest you made. Which is stronger?”
“The protective vest.” Francesca patted the dust and soot off the protective vest she wore.
“No weapon can pierce through it, and fire can't burn it too.”
“I think that bomb is quite powerful as well. It caused such a huge explosion.” Anthony
trailed after her. “Teach me how to make it when you have the time. I can protect myself
the next time I get into danger.”
“Let me test it out first.” Francesca waved her hand. “Improper usage of these will cause
serious consequences.”
“You have to be careful then.” Anthony looked at her with concern.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrancesca went upstairs for a bath. She took more than an hour to clean herself up.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she checked herself out and noticed her bangs
had curled up from the extreme heat from the blast.
She shaved her head for her surgery before. Now that her hair had grown, albeit still short,
she looked refreshing and more feminine than when she was bald.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time and planned to have dinner before reading
up on some medical books and pharmacopeia to come up with a new treatment plan for
William. When she had just reclined on the sofa, Danrique video called her.
Francesca picked up the call instantly. “Hey, meanie.”
“Don't you have a nicer nickname for me?”
Danrique looked gentlemanly and elegant with silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. He set
down the documents in his hands on the desk and focused on his conversation with
Francesca while sipping on some coffee.
“This nickname suits you well.” Francesca giggled. “You've finished your work early today,
huh?”
“I think that bomb is quite powerful as well. It caused such a huge explosion.” Anthony
trailed after her. “Teach me how to make it when you have the time. I can protect myself
the next time I get into danger.”
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