The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel 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.

"W-What are you…?" Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew confusion just then.

Frank leveled a 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 decapitated.

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After the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left exasperated.

She wanted Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear of punishment.

The next morning, she visited Frank's hilltop mansion again… only for Winter to receive him.

"Who are you looking for?" Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she studied Helen.

Helen was pretty and had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure-hugging shirt she wore.

Helen was surprised to see a pretty face like Winter in Frank's house, and she looked young—as if she was still attending college.

"I-I came to look for Frank."

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