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 knew confusion

my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand, and Cram was instantly

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

to have been killed three years ago, at the battle of

think that the freak

Scarless Gorm recognized

395 He beckoned at Hans, who

that, it was another name lost from

behind his

were wiped out

to be told that he and his entire family ran

mansion again… only for Winter

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

figure, accentuated by

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

Why were there always pretty ladies

Crack.

just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even

Cram screamed hysterically at the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed

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

to move, but Frank

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

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a

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

would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing

wherever he passed, leaving

crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just

a genius, always a