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.

Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror

at him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the reaper.” He waved

was trembling even as he lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn

killed three years ago, at

that the freak

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant

beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung

that, it was another name lost from

hands clasped behind his back. “Keep

were wiped out overnight,

be told that he and

Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only

Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from

and had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging

in Frank’s house, and

came to look for Frank.” – Winter raised a brow. Why were there

Crack.

screaming, his eyes

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

weapons, their blades flashing blindingly

to move, but

what it means to have power,” he growled as

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the

four men were sent flying–there was no way to

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

leaving

cultivation had been crippled before, but he was

a genius,

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