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!

resoundingly, with spare parts and steel scraps shooting

"Why would you kill

but Drea could see that he had principles. In fact,

smiled, while holding up his left hand. "You're getting the wrong idea here—that taxi isn't my

man out of thin air

could barely catch up to what

on the floor was seething,

so, he simply

instant that taxi showed up, I knew just wasn't

looking

walked up to crouch down in front of the white-haired middle-aged man. "Go on,

but I have

spat. "It's just a difference in

as if we're the villains, when

stayed silent

you at least give your name before you

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

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