Boom...

At three in the morning, the sound of Melvis manor’s door crashing down was too loud to ignore. Families from hundreds of meters away could hear it and were startled, thinking it was some explosion.

Alex’s jaw dropped open.

Not because of the great noise, but because of the technique that Aunt Rockefeller used. It was beautiful, with her in jeans and black boots. That kick was a perfect copy.

“Aunt, what was that style called?”

“Beauty's Heart Sutra.”

“Ah…”

“Only a woman can learn