The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Don't worry-I'm neither blind nor deaf. I knew what was happening from the start, and I'd be even more upset if I were in your shoes."

The stall owner sighed in relief at Frank's words and turned to leave, not forgetting to curse the beggar under his breath.

At the same time, the beggar straightened herself off the ground and sat cross- legged, whipping out a large meatloaf out of nowhere and chomping down on it.

Frank sat beside her too, not bothered that he was wearing an expensive suit and certainly not concerned about getting it dirty.

"So, do I pass your test, reverend?"

The beggar said nothing, instead handing Frank the meatloaf that her dirty hands had left darkened. "Hurry up. It's good."

Frank took it, not minding it at all and finishing it in a few bites. "It's good, but I can make something better. How about it?"

The beggar was suddenly on her feet, stretching her back and yawning. "Next time. I'm busy."

is it? Can't I

of him, studying her face for a while before laughing stupidly. "Actually, I

smiled, nodded, and got to his feet.

her up, he took to the

suddenly shrugged free of his grasp, snorting grumpily. "Why are

a wooden sword right then and stood on

soon noted in excitement that he needed to almost go

about the beggar's abilities now. To push him above two thirds of his abilities even with the power

"Impressive."

impressive as you

clearly aware of the gap between herself and Frank nonetheless, even laughing. "And be honest, I'm not interested in.

"Really?"

even more delighted, as this was the first time he had ever heard of such ambition after encountering so many