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.

no longer feeling terror as he only

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

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

been killed three years ago, at the

think that the freak

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

beckoned at Hans, who nodded and

that, it was another name lost from

clasped behind his back. “Keep

wiped out

Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear of

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

Winter asked, still in her pajamas and

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

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

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

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide open

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

out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they

about to move, but Frank stopped

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

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward

were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a

would shattered the edges with nothing more

wherever he passed, leaving Hans

crippled before, but he was

a genius,