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.

completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew confusion just

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

“Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed

killed three years ago,

that the freak

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm

He beckoned at Hans,

with that, it was another

to leave, his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it

wiped out overnight, Helen was

that he and his entire

Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter

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

perfect figure, accentuated by

in Frank’s house, and she looked young-

brow. Why were

Crack.

just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming,

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

whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing

move, but

have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping loudly in

shot toward the crowd

punch, four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck

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

leaving Hans standing there in

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

genius, always a