The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 395

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.

dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror

my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand, and Cram

You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed of provoking Donn Lawrence, the

three years

think that

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that

at Hans, who

was

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

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was

that he and

she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for

asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from

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

in Frank’s house, and she looked young- as if

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

Crack.

little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes

death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at

of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their

move, but Frank stopped

you what it means to have power,” he growled as the

foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like

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

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

wherever he passed, leaving

been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps

a genius, always

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