The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What the hell?"

Huub's expression was as cold as ice.

He always knew that undertakers were so eloquent that they could give fortune tellers a run for their money. However, nothing they ever said would be true, as it was all a sales pitch.

And Huub could not care less about people like them, so he snorted and turned to leave.

"Hey now, sir!"

Seeing that Huub was going to abandon his unconscious goon, the unscrupulous geezer hurried to him and started rambling, "You could let me handle his funeral matters. I promise that it will be my finest work. The deposit would be..." As his eyes narrowed in glee and he rubbed his hands at Huub, his intention could not have been clearer.

"Fuck off!" Huub's other goon barked.

He had come to see what was this Bloodcrane Spiritbloom his colleague found, only for him to bring them to such a dank, gloomy place.

his colleague messed up

But seeing

geezer thought they were here for funeral services, only for them

they had money, so

savant, taking a liking to the flower I made and was eager to show you. But now... I guess no one appreciates art

the geezer shrugged nonchalantly and headed behind his shoplet, Huub's phon

the herb arrived, Mr. Droitner? The kidnapper has just

will be here

much like it was alive and suddenly had

right now. Let's talk later,"

hand, stopping his goon from leaving the nameless

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