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

against his lounger and asked,

with determination, he said, "I'm not going to lie-there's something that has been weighing down on

chuckled. "It still depends on the task. And

head. "Don't worry-I may have a skill, but I won't abuse it to coerce others. All I ask is

Frank said, "Please elaborate!"

on myself, but I had been something of a

turns out there was this lady who was bent on marrying me, but I was

love turned to spite, and she massacred

became

soon sighed and calmed down. "I stood no chance against her... Well, many wouldn't

can help me, success notwithstanding, I will