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.

was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew confusion

him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the

lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed of provoking Donn Lawrence,

killed three

that the freak

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung

that, it was another

Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind

were wiped out overnight,

to be told that he and his

mansion again… only

in her pajamas and

had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging shirt she

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

– Winter raised a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide open even as he

son’s death, his eyes blood red

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

about to move, but

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

shot toward the crowd

way to withstand the

with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around

he passed, leaving Hans standing there

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

genius,