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.

his mind to find them

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

good enough to help you detect my presence, but so what? Did you really think that it'd work

direction, Mr. Creston flailed

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

saying that Mr. Creston was

that the talisman would work against all

made sense, come to think

was here, that meant that the elite goons Mr. Creston had sent after him were

with

stop this madness, man! I admit that I've made a mistake, but you shouldn't

me if the tables turned and I were in your shoes. Makes

now, he would be coming