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

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

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

to have been killed three years

think that the

Scarless Gorm recognized him, and

Hans, who nodded and swung

was another

turned to leave, his hands clasped behind his back.

After the Larkins were wiped out overnight,

be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear

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

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

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

Frank’s house, and

a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here every day, looking for

Crack.

stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as

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

him!!!” All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged

to move, but

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

one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like

way to withstand

with nothing more than a gentle

ensued wherever he passed, leaving

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

a genius, always