The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Mr. Quaker threw his hands up. "Please, I was being tricked-"

"Bullshit!"

Zangi cut him short right then. "None of this would've happened if you'd trusted us at all! This gentleman puts it best—violence is necessary against scum like you, or you'd think you can bully everyone! Now fuck off!"

Mr. Quaker was left stumped by Zangi's rant, and he now clearly understood that Zangi was furious, and there was no turning back!

But since Zangi was going that far, Mr. Quaker stopped pretending to be civil too —even if he had no just cause, he would go down swinging and not lose a cent from this!

"We're going to court, you say?" He smirked. "But see, only the three of us know what happened. Who else could prove that I was the one who trimmed the root hairs?"

Zangi's brow creased, hardly able to believe his ears.

Was that man even human? He was basically bragging that he trimmed the root hairs of the Bright Sky Herb because he did not know it was a mistake.

But now that he realized it was a mistake, he was suggesting he did not do it. Could he sink any lower?

Still, Frank had enough and retorted, "You can claim that you didn't cut the root hairs, but there are two of us who would claim otherwise. Who do you think the judge would believe?

"Of course, you can buy testimonies for yourself-but do you really think your so- called friends would risk their necks for you? Perjury is a serious crime!"

Zangi was just feeling disappointed for a moment, but his hopes were quickly rekindled that was true, as both Frank and himself were witnesses! And being two against one meant that they had the advantage!

Frustrated, Mr. Quaker snapped, "Y-You're despicable!"

"Despicable?! Funny, I could say the same about you!"

Zangi snapped furiously. "You would never have fetched five million with the grade

of your Bright Sky Herb, and you still had the cheek to ask for more. We're just giving you a taste of your own medicine!"

Even so, Mr. Quaker did not believe that he had done anything wrong.

"Just you wait!" he growled coldly. "I'll show you!"

And with those words, he turned to leave, with Zangi laughing after him. "Only

those who have no other choice would pin their hopes on threats!"

Mr. Quaker ignored him, though Frank spoke up, "It's up to you if you want to sue-I shouldn't be meddling. But scum like him must

be made to pay, or all your losses

would have been for nov

BUMSnoveldrama

Both the apothecary owner and Zangi had to agree and were more determined to

punish Mr. Quaker for this!

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Half an hour later, Frank returned to Frankton Tower, and Jada Turin walked up to ask, "How did it go, Mr. Frankton? Did he give up?"

"Give up? People like him would never!"

Frank smirked. "It's no exaggeration to say that he's just some scornful fishwife. Reasoning would never work with him—you have to be drastic!"

"Drastic?" Jada smiled slyly. "I know what to do. Just leave it to me!"

"Just don't go overboard. There's nothing he won't do, and being despicable is his privilege which he would deny you, if not make for it!"

Swou pay

Frank knew all too well how difficult people like Mr. Quaker could be.

Not only were they loudmouths and made a fraction of a mistake, but they would

also latch on to it and use it as leverage against you!

"Don't worry, Mr. Frankton," Jada

assured him. "I know plots and

schemes won't work against difficult

people like him, but there's a way,

and

make sure that he wishes he

were dead!"

Frank chuckled, seeing the twinkle in her eyes.

There was actually no issue with going too far here.

This was a peaceful society, and everyone should be reasonable.

If they were not, they were undoubtedly heinous by nature, and no one would side

with them.