The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Was Frank even human?!

He looked plain, but he packed some serious punch, not to mention how quick he was! Even Mike Tyson would be holding both thumbs up to a man like him!

"What else were you going to say?" Frank growled just then, seeing that Mr. Quaker was not leaving.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and snapped, "Let's be reasonable! My Bright Sky Herb was definitely high-grade, but you lowballed me! You started this!"

Frank smirked. "If you think so, then talk to someone who knows their herbs!"

Mr. Quaker frowned. "You think I wouldn't?!"

"That's your own business, not mine!" Frank snapped. "If you think I swindled you, sue me all you want. You'd lose your pants-I can guarantee that much, if you told the truth, that is!"

Frank's outburst actually gave Mr. Quaker pause, as he certainly sounded reasonable.

Was it actually possible that he had been tricked?!

"Mr. Quaker, if you don't mind, I'll call your grandfather!" Zangi suggested just then. He whipped out his phone and dialed the number, or what happened in the morning would just happen again.

Mr. Quaker's grandfather was quick to answer Zangi's call, since he was quite old and had plenty of free time.

"Good afternoon, sir," Zangi quickly said, placing the call on speaker. "Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Zangi, a store hand at Dustin's Apothecary. Is it possible that you remember me?"

"Why, yes!" Mr. Quaker's grandfather replied. "Why did you call me? Did someone perhaps bring in the good stuff?"

"Oh, it certainly is good stuff! It's a Bright Sky Herb, y'know!"

"A Bright Sky Herb?"

Mr. Quaker's grandfather sounded exasperated right then. "I won't lie-my grandson had one too, but while valuable, no one would want it. You should ask someone else."

Zangi was not sure if he should laugh or cry-Mr. Quaker's grandfather must have presumed that he wanted his help in finding a buyer!

"Oh, you misunderstand, sir. I'd just like to ask-would the Bright Sky Herb be worth much without its root hair?"

"Well, it's a rare herb, so it's worth some money either way..."

Mr. Quaker's grandfather chuckled. "But since the medical essence is concentrated in the root hairs, it'd be worth less three or even four mil Who's the seller? That was so careless of them, losing so much

money like that."

Zangi laughed. "Well, he's a real bonehead since he trimmed it himself. Thank

you for your time, sir. I'll buy you dinner sometime."

As he hung up, he wagged his phone at Mr. Quaker's face smugly.

Naturally, Mr. Quaker was left glowering in silence he certainly did not expect his own friends to deceive him!

Now that he actually thought about it, it was obvious they were trying to get him into trouble, so that he would not get to enjoy his quick buck.

"You said we should be reasonable earlier, didn't you? Well let's be reasonable now!"

Since he had cause, Zangi's tone grew haughty. "You vandalized our apothecary and assaulted the owner and What are you going to do about that?!"

Mr. Quaker grimaced as if he was constipated. "That was my bad, so just forgive

me. Be the bigger person."

Zangi rolled his eyes. "You really arenoveldrama

miserly! You inflicted so much

losses on the apothecary and myself, and you think you can get away with just a few pretty words? Do you really think that would fly?"

Mr. Quaker smiled but said nothing-it did not matter what Zangi said.

He was determined not to spend a dime!

For people like him, not making money was a loss.

If only he had taken Frank's deal without arguing, he would have earned five million.

And now, that deal fell through, which meant it was already a loss for him.

If he also had to pay these people damages on top of that, he would be made a laughing stock.

Zangi snorted right then. "In that case, let's not waste our breath. See you in court."