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

you're near!" Mr. Creston shouted just then and pressed the talisman over his forehead, looking around warily. "I got this talisman from a powerful shaman. You can't hurt me when I have

you detect my presence, but so what? Did you really think that it'd work against

voice resounded from every direction, Mr. Creston flailed his

Creston's head, waving it in front of him and asking, "How does this thing work? Yet another trick

went without saying that Mr. Creston was

made it clear that the talisman would

it made sense, come to think of

here, that meant that the elite goons Mr. Creston had

at that level, dealing with a mere talisman was

this madness, man! I admit that I've made a mistake, but you shouldn't go too far either-I

someone say this, but you wouldn't spare me if the tables turned and I

to agree-if he were in Frank's shoes right now, he would be coming up with plenty