The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Suddenly, Tarkan laughed. "Unlike the others, I've more or less heard rumors about you. I must admit that you're so strong that the likes of them could never hope to match!"

Then, he laughed even as he remembered the horrors. "I won't lie—the people who are behind me are much stronger, and there's more than one of them. They can bury you anytime they want!"

Frank picked his ears, snorting. "To be honest, I've heard that countless times. It's really gotten dull by now!"

"Really?" Tarkan rolled his eyes and suddenly fired a beam into his own temples. The Ghostly Six and Ezel were left trading glances.

Even they had to admit that Tarkan showed great resolve, not breaking despite the fear of death, something which set him apart from the others.

A weird ringtone rang from Tarkan's pocket just then, and Frank went over to answer it.

"You're good, Mr. Frankton! You dealt with such a formidable foe in no time at all... Is there anyone in this world who can win against you?"

me for

rang from the other end. "Well, that's just your

it very clear-I'm not doing this to kill you. I just want to annoy you, because you're not good enough to force my hand, let alone

could answer,

to Frank. "Chief, who on earth could be so

else could it be? Just some annoying vels schemer-don't worry, I'll find him, and

Six and Ezel nodded-while they would doubt it if anyone else

was different, because he had the

a taxi when Frank's phone rang with

feeling that Faust

are dropping for some reason. The doctors just can't do anything, and they're saying that