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?"

are you saying, sir? I may be nobody important, but I won't lie

I'm making a reservation for a table for 8

relayed Mr. Quaker's arrangement to Frank, who whipped

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

was such an honest shop

since it at least

standing restlessly by the door. "Damn that man," he muttered to himself. "Doesn't he have a sense of time? He

going to come he wants to, kid. You should sit." Zangi

all, he was mediating this deal behind

be fine if everything went smoothly, though it would be terrible for him if Mr. Quaker complained to the apothecary owner and went for

I was delayed-had a little trouble on the

suit arrived with

an important customer to the

Mr. Quaker took a seat, he asked, "May I ask why you