The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Crack.

With just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he died.

“No!!!” Cram screamed hysterically at the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for this! Kill him!

Kill him!!!” All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged at Frank.

Hans was about to move, but Frank stopped him.

“Let me show you what it means to have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping loudly in turn.

He stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a bullet.

With a punch, four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck crashing towards them.

Even before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around him.

Screams ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there in shock.

“Mr. Lawrence reached Birthright again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even stronger than before.

Truly–once a genius, always a genius.

As Frank took down the fiftyish bodyguards of the Larkins in no time at all, there was not so much as a smear of blood on his hands.

It was as if nothing ever happened.

you…?” Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he

leveled a cool look at him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the

was trembling even as he lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could

killed three years ago, at

that the

Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung

with that, it was another name lost from

hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it clean.” “Understood.” Hans nodded

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left

wanted Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran

mansion again… only for Winter

asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from

a perfect figure, accentuated

face like Winter in Frank’s house, and she looked young- as if she was still attending

came to look for Frank.” – Winter raised a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here every

Crack.

just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his

of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for this! Kill

All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they

move, but Frank stopped

it means to have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping

forward, and shot toward the crowd like a

a punch, four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck

the edges with

wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing

he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even stronger than

genius,