The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After Mr. Creston handed Frank his phone, Frank nodded. "Good, at least you're cooperating. So you can do it yourself!"

Mr. Creston was left befuddled-what the hell?! He was already being so cooperative, and the brat still wanted him dead?!

"Friend, a gentleman is as good as his word," he said. "People would laugh at you."

"Laugh at me?"

Frank chuckled coolly. "Who would dare laugh at me? Also, I think it might happen if I don't wipe out people like you."

"What...!"

As Mr. Creston realized from Frank's calm tone that he was not letting him off the hook, he ran without hesitation.

But to Frank, he was slower than a tortoise and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Frank then whipped out Mr. Creston's phone and called the number in it.

woman answered the call. "Hey,

were old friends. "Reverend Quietus, I presume? Why don't we

a handsome face? Here, I'll send you my address-come visit me anytime

after, and Frank headed over to the address

himself staring at a beggar dressed in rags, standing in front of a

cardboard she was holding,

stall owner sighed and took a bagel, holding it out

the beggar was just putting up an act, but

even if it was an act, at least he had a laugh

kindness somehow upsetted the beggar, who pushed the bagel away and snapped, "What, did you think that I'm begging

owner could be kind, he was

insist that the beggar take his bagel, even whipping out a broom while

the beggar stood akimbo and was fearless.