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

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

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

he not supposed to have been killed three years ago, at

think that the freak

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant

395 He beckoned at Hans, who nodded

it was another name lost from

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

wiped out overnight,

that he and his entire family ran away in fear of

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

in her pajamas

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

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

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

Crack.

screaming, his eyes

the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for

weapons, their blades flashing

to move, but Frank

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

shot toward the

four men were sent flying–there was no way

blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle

ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans

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

a genius, always a