The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank chuckled. "As for what actually happened to him, I'll get someone to keep tabs and maybe record a video. It shouldn't be difficult."

Drunken Moon flashed a thumbs-up at him. "You're really the best when it comes to cruelty. Simply different."

They shared a smile, and soon, Jouri's people came to take the white-haired youth away.

Later, Frank and Drunken Moon headed to a motel, as the latter received a call from a geezer who said his granddaughter was being harassed and needed help.

She had no fear with Frank at her side anyway, so she went.

As soon as they entered, they found a twentyish, slightly short bellgirl wiping the tears off her face.

Nearby, the motel manager was pointing at her and ranting, spouting plenty of expletives!

Drunken Moon naturally would not just sit by. Striding up, she pushed the manager away and snapped furiously, "What's the meaning of this?! There's no reason to go that far even if she messed up!"

The manager was equally furious, however, and snapped back, "Where did you come from, slut?! Talking to me like that?!"

"Screw you!"

was not about to stand for that insult and sent the motel manager

"Priestess!"

Drunken Moon just then and promptly threw herself in

her back, asking,

and tried to drag me upstairs. I refused, so he beat me up. I called the cops on him, but the next day, his family launched a

uptight

"That's terrible!"

was certainly something

every right to call the cops, so

hand, Frank chuckled. "It's actually quite common. Businesses like these prefer to take losses, though it's the staff who ke suffer for it while the crisis is averted. If you don't play along, they

Moon strode up

assaulted me... You've really done it

not intending to let Drunken Moon a moment to argue, the motel manager

knows very well that she