The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank sighed in exasperation. "Having more isn't the issue—the issue is your opinion. It's clear following me around wasn't your plan."

Drea nodded, understanding what Frank was getting at. "You could have said so earlier, but I understand now. Don't worry, I won't think that you're exploiting a vulnerable woman!'

Frank ignored her and called Jada, telling her to turn back.

Soon, a taxi came bounding down the road.

However, Drea noticed something strange from her point of view-there was no driver!

"Is your friend a ghost? Such theatrics!"

Just as she finished, the taxi suddenly shot straight toward Drea.

She reacted instinctively, launching countless popsicles, but could not stop it!

But just before it struck her, Frank was suddenly in front of her and launched a punch at the taxi.

Crash!

and steel scraps shooting toward the

left Drea further puzzled. "Why would you

Drea could see that he had principles. In fact, he was plenty patient with good

while holding up his left hand. "You're getting the wrong

of thin air and pulling him right

barely catch up to what was going

Frank left on the floor was seething, gritting his teeth as he struggled

simply could

taxi showed up, I knew just

was looking for

in front of the white-haired middle-aged man. "Go on, tell us where

may have lost, but I have nothing

white-haired man spat. "It's just a difference in skill. Kill me

"You're putting it as if we're the villains, when you

white-haired merely stayed silent

then asked coolly, "Shouldn't you at least give your name before you die? Otherwise, it'd all be for

and replied, "My name is Faust Chomsky. Now