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 just

cool look at him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand, and Cram was

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

three years ago, at the battle of the South

think that the freak

at him./ Scarless Gorm

395 He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung his

was another

that, Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep

wiped out overnight, Helen was

only to be told that he and

mansion again… only for Winter to receive

Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as

and had a perfect figure, accentuated by

in Frank’s house, and she looked young- as

a brow. Why were there always pretty

Crack.

just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes

sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank

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

about to move, but

he growled as the air around him swirled violently,

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward

sent flying–there was no way to

blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his

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

genius, always