The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank waited for a taxi and headed to his destination.

Soon, the taxi stopped outside a dilapidated apartment.

As Frank alighted and stared at the cracks on every block or the shaky foundations, even he could tell that it was in such a bad state it must be demolished.

Shaking his head, he sighed in exasperation and entered the fifth unit on the sixth floor of Block D.

He knocked on the door, and a smiling geezer opened it as he studied him. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Able to tell right away that he was special, Frank asked, "Let's just call it a visit. I heard you could craft mystic items?"

The geezer laughed right then. "I knew it. The nail that sticks out really gets hammered! I just want to keep my head down and live out my days, but you found me anyway."

"Please don't misunderstand, sir," Frank quickly said. "I'm no robber, and I'm not going to steal from you. As long as you assist me, I can do anything for you."

The geezer stepped aside

Frank tea and turning on the radio, he reclined against his lounger

not going to lie-there's something that has been weighing down on my

depends on the task. And I would never commit

worry-I may have a skill, but I won't abuse it to coerce others. All I ask is for you to kill a wicked person. That's

Frank said, "Please elaborate!"

bad light on myself, but I had

this lady who was bent on marrying me, but I was marked, and I refused

love

the geezer recounted his tale, he became so agitated

soon sighed and calmed down. "I stood no

I couldn't have met revenge even now. But if you can help me, success notwithstanding, I will help you. Even if it's just an attempt,