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.

are you…?” Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling

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

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

supposed to have been killed three years

that

Gorm recognized him, and

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and

it was

Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind

were wiped out overnight, Helen was

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

mansion again… only for

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

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

a pretty face like Winter in Frank’s house, and she looked

came to look for Frank.” – Winter raised a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here every day, looking

Crack.

Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he

death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him,

their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they

move, but

show you what it means to have power,” he growled as the air around

one foot forward, and shot toward the

a punch, four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight

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

leaving Hans standing

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

genius,