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.

are you…?” Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew

leveled a cool look at him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see

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 the

that the freak

Gorm

Hans, who nodded and

it was another name

clasped behind his back. “Keep it clean.” “Understood.”

Larkins were wiped out overnight,

told that he

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

still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep

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

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

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

Crack.

stopped screaming, his eyes wide

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

weapons, their blades

about to move, but

growled as the air around him swirled

one foot forward, and shot toward the

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

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

ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there

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

genius, always