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.

was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew

apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand, and Cram was instantly

as he lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn

to have been killed three years ago,

think that the freak

at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded

with that, it was another name lost

leave, his hands clasped behind his

the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left

to be told that he and his entire family

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

in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as

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

pretty face like Winter in Frank’s

to look for Frank.” – Winter raised a brow. Why

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide

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

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

move,

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

one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a

no way to withstand the weight

before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more

he passed, leaving Hans standing

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

genius, always