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?"

laughed. "You've been watching me for a

end. "Well, that's just your welcome gift. There will be more presents coming

to make it very clear-I'm not doing this to kill you. I just want to annoy you, because you're not good

could answer, the call

and Ezel flocked to Frank. "Chief, who on earth could be

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

nodded-while they would doubt it if anyone else

it, Frank was different,

when Frank's

Frank asked, having the feeling that Faust was in trouble,

dropping for some reason. The doctors just can't do anything, and they're saying that he would be brain dead in three days! Can