The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 395

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 only knew

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

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

supposed to have been killed three years ago, at the battle of the South

that the freak

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and

at Hans, who nodded and swung his

that, it was another name lost from

clasped behind

wiped out overnight, Helen

that he and his entire family

next morning, she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter to

are you looking for?” Winter asked, still in her

was pretty and had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black

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

Winter raised a brow. Why

Crack.

Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as

death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at

their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as

was about to move,

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

foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a

sent flying–there was no way

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

ensued wherever he passed, leaving

again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he

a genius, always a

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