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?"

sir? I may be nobody

making a reservation for a table for 8 PM at Tandem

then hung up and relayed Mr. Quaker's arrangement to

have to pay you back if your meeting with Mr. Quaker falls through? And you look like an honest man who won't bilk,

nodded, surprised that Zangi was such

with that, since it at

the door. "Damn that man," he muttered to himself. "Doesn't he have

calmly. "He's going to come

he was mediating this deal behind the apothecary

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

sorry I'm late! I was delayed-had

remained apprehensive, a middle-aged man in a tunic suit arrived with a

was an important customer to the apothecary, and he still needed the deal with Frank so

he asked, "May I ask why you want the Bright Sky