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.

dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew

Sect–mention my name when you see

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

three years ago,

that

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and

Hans, who nodded

it was another name lost from

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

wiped out overnight, Helen was left

that he and his entire family

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

in her pajamas and

had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging

to see a pretty face like Winter in Frank’s house, and she looked

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

Crack.

Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide

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

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

about to move,

to have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his

and shot toward the crowd like a

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

blades could reach 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

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

a genius, always