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.

out, his colleague

do it from the start. But seeing the furious look on Huub's face, he did not dare to

they were here for funeral

money,

softly. "I thought that gentleman on the floor was a savant, taking a liking to the flower I made and

headed behind his shoplet, Huub's phon started

kidnapper has just

it's fine. It will be here

fake flower that looked very much like it was alive and suddenly had an

right now. Let's talk later," he said,

held out a hand, stopping his goon from

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