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 only knew

Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the

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

have been killed three years ago, at

that the

Scarless Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung

was

his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left

be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear of

hilltop mansion again… only for Winter to

looking for?” Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she studied

a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure–

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

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

Crack.

squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as

blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for

out their weapons, their blades

to move, but Frank

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

one foot forward, and shot

flying–there was no way to

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

leaving Hans standing there in

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

genius, always