The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank smiled and nodded. "Ladies like you are rare these days."

"Drunken Moon snapped her fingers, grinning. "That's exactly why we need to work hard to eliminate all the terrible women. There would be more good girls that way, don't you agree?

"I'm not out to make men happy-just to set a standard for my fellow girls. Not everything is black and white, since anything can be relative. Even if men were all gone, bad women would still be bad women. Don't you agree?"

Frank nodded in agreement.

Thirty minutes later, the stout Mr. Creston sat up on the bed, clearly startled.

Frank, who was watching from a bird's eye view, was caught by surprise-how did that man sense his presence?

Still, he understood when he saw that Mr. Creston was holding a gleaming yellow talisman.

Shock soon turned to curiosity as Frank thought most street geomancers these days were conmen, but somehow, a working talisman was there right in front of him.

mind to find them right

Mr. Creston shouted just then and pressed the talisman over his forehead, looking around warily.

to help you detect my

every direction, Mr. Creston

Frank even plucked the talisman off Mr. Creston's head, waving it in front of him and asking, "How does this thing work? Yet another trick that I can't imitate-

that

the talisman would work against all malice,

sense, come to think of

that meant that the elite goons Mr. Creston

at that level, dealing with a mere

man! I admit that

if the tables turned and I were in your shoes. Makes a lot of sense,

right now, he would be coming up with plenty