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 messed

he wanted to do it from the start. But seeing the furious look on

geezer thought they were here for funeral

their looks, they had money,

shook his head in exasperation and sighed softly. "I thought that gentleman on the floor was a savant, taking a liking to the flower 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 again, still

as the geezer shrugged nonchalantly and headed

Huub politely despite her anxiety, "Has the herb arrived, Mr. Droitner? The kidnapper has just called again, threatening to hurt my uncle in two hours if she still doesn't see the Bloodcrane

It will be here soon," Huub replied half-heartedly,

he spotted a fake flower that looked very much like it

Let's talk later," he said, and hung

he held out a hand, stopping his goon from leaving the

looked at him in