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

a cool look at him. “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,

he not supposed to have been killed three

that the freak

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant

beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung

was another name

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

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen

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

she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for

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

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

– Winter raised a brow. Why were there

Crack.

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

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

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

about to move, but Frank stopped

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

one foot forward, and shot toward the

flying–there was no way

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

he passed, leaving

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

a genius,