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.

it turned out, his colleague

it from the start. But seeing

were here for funeral

judging from their looks, they had money, so he only smiled

I made and was eager to show you. But now... I guess no one appreciates art these days!" "Watch your mouth!" the goon snapped at the geezer

shrugged nonchalantly and headed behind his shoplet, Huub's

the herb arrived, Mr. Droitner? The kidnapper has just called again, threatening to hurt my uncle in two hours if she still

be here soon," Huub replied half-heartedly, his eyes darting

looked very much like

talk

his goon from leaving the nameless shoplet. "What is it,

at him in