The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

That explained why the apothecary owner had that weird look on his face when Frank asked if he had any Bright Sky Herb. He must be regretting missing out!

"Then I'm counting on you!" Frank told the shop hand.

"You're always welcome-I mean, surely I can get a tip from this, right?"

The shop hand smiled, shaking his head.

And with that, he whipped out his phone to make the call. "Good morning, Mr. Quaker... I'm Zangi. Yeah, we'd spoken over the phone before did you forget? I'm the shop hand from that apothecary!"

"Just cut to the chase!" Mr. Quaker snapped impatiently from the other end.

Zangi remained calm, even chuckling. "Right... So you have a Bright Sky Herb, right? We just happened

to have a customer who asked for it specifically. Could you perhaps make time to meet him?"

Mr. Quaker appeared skeptical. "Are you messing with me?"

may be nobody important, but I

a table for 8 PM at Tandem

Quaker's arrangement to

sir-trust matters most when it comes to business. Won't I have to pay you back if your meeting with

was

fine with that, since it at least proved he was not being

he muttered to himself. "Doesn't he have a sense of time? He said 8 PM, but he's still

"He's going to come he wants to, kid. You should sit."

mediating this deal

for him if Mr. Quaker complained to the apothecary owner and

delayed-had a little trouble on

as Zangi remained apprehensive, a middle-aged man in a tunic suit arrived with a sling bag,

customer to the apothecary, and he still needed the deal with Frank

took a seat, he asked, "May I ask why you want the