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.

longer feeling terror as he only knew confusion

Sect–mention my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand, and

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

not supposed to have been killed three years ago, at the battle of

think that the

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded

that, it was another

Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it clean.” “Understood.” Hans nodded

the Larkins were wiped

he and his entire

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

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

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

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

Winter raised a brow. Why were there always

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide open even

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

whipped out their weapons, their

about to move, but Frank

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

shot

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

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

wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there

again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even stronger than

genius, always