The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding.

He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside.

Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans.

Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank–he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men!

“You really have the balls to come here, Frank…”

“Shut up!” Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. “To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?” “Your son’s life,” Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous.

Cram frowned. “Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can’t you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…” “Why bother writing laws if apologies work?” Frank growled coldly. “Give up your son, and I can spare your life.” “How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?” Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything.

me your son. Don’t make me do

no choice! The two of you would either have to kill every man

Zeb with his hands

terror as Hans moved like

Smack!

a dull thud as a black–clad man leapt in just before

other hand, Hans had already caught himself by just

as he looked at the black–clad man. “Thank

those two are strong.” “Hmph.” Scarless Gorm snorted. “They’re just brats–how incompetent is your family that I, Scarless Chapter 393 Gorm, the eighteenth Earthrank, have to put up with the likes of them?” “Hmm… Scarless Gorm?” Hans was actually surprised. “The one who mastered the twelve forms of Tamarine Kicks?” 2/2 “Oh, you’ve heard of

that?” Zeb