The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Frank and Drunken Moon chatted, a thirtyish man opened the door. His tailored suit was draped lopsidedly, and stubble grew all over his chin.

On top of that, there were wide dark circles under his eyes, both of which were bloodshot.

"Drunken Moon?" His eyes lit up when he realized who it was, but only for a second as his gaze soon dulled again.

Drunken Moon turned to Frank. "Allow me to introduce you to a friend, Lugh Frankton. Lugh, this is my friend Zein Dunham. You can just call him Zein."

After the men shook hands, Zein ushered them inside and made them tea.

Then, he curled into himself as he sat on a couch, looking miserably insomniac.

"You don't look like yourself," Drunken Moon pointed out, puzzled. "Did you suffer some sort of trauma?"

Zein smiled wryly. "You never know what could happen to you, I guess. Live and let live."

realized that all of

Farron, Zein's wife, was nowhere

Zein. It was Zein who worked to clear her debt, but it seems that she had divorced

It was simply sickening.

told you that the bitch was horrible, but you doubted

"Too late now, is

were close enough to snark at each other anyway, so she was blunt

up her teacup and smashed it on the floor, yelling, "If not for me, those loan sharks would've sold

she run away with him, but she had

"What?!"

was simply sickening. She really was biting the hand that fed

"Thank goodness you came, or I would have to come to you up the mountains. That would really be

seen me now. You should go if there's nothing else-don't get involved with people like me, because this is what

was being stubborn, Drunken Moon was no Dani