The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Annoyed, Tidus snapped angrily, “How much do you want?! We can pay you– just name your price!” Frank snorted in disdain. “Money is pointless to me.” “Then what is it that you want?” Norman demanded–there was someone in this world who did not want money? Laughable!

“A Myriad Hue Snow Lotus from Sky Peak,” Frank replied, “or a Radiant Panacea Cap of the South Sea. Do any of you have it?” “What…” Both items Frank mentioned were rarer than gold–people would go lifetimes without seeing them, let alone possess them.

“I don’t have either,” Tidus replied. “But treat my father, and I’ll do all I can to procure them.” “Are you giving me an IOU?” Frank asked in return.

“We can’t gather them right away,” Tidus explained. “Can’t you give us time?” Just then, Dan glanced at Gerald, who was exhaling more than he inhaled.

If this dragged on, he would be dead before Frank would help.

Stepping up, he said, “Mr. Lawrence, I don’t possess the medicinal ingredients you asked for, but my establishment, Flora Hall, has a long history in Riverton.

Mr. Simmons, you may take anything from

we’ll foot the bill for any medicinal ingredients Mr. Lawrence will need, Mr. Zimmer.” Dan nodded and turned toward Frank. “Mr. Lawrence, this is certainly as sincere as we can be. Please forget our previous differences and help Mr. Simmons.” Frank nodded in satisfaction–that was exactly what he

already made before, he threw it

he asked in

he’ll fully recover.” “What?! With just that tiny pill?” Kenny

can give it back if you don’t believe me,”

repeatedly, profoundly