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!

taxi shattered resoundingly, with spare parts and steel scraps shooting toward the skies before raining down all over

left Drea further puzzled. "Why would you kill your own

had principles. In fact, he

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

his palm, catching a man out of thin air and

is he...?" Drea could barely catch up to

Frank left on the floor was seething, gritting his teeth

simply could

just wasn't the one I rode ht attack right

was looking

explained, and walked up to crouch down in front of the white-haired middle-aged man.

but I have nothing to

spat. "It's just a difference in skill.

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

white-haired merely stayed silent and awaited his

give your name before you die? Otherwise,

about it, and replied, "My name is Faust Chomsky.