The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Like ginseng roots, the value of the Bright Sky Herb was directly proportional to the percentage it was intact.

And as the root hairs were basically where the medicinal essence was concentrated, one less meant a major loss in medicinal effect, and with it, its grade.

Nonetheless, Mr. Quaker was smiling smugly. "I won't lie they were affecting its aesthetic, so I trimmed it off!"

Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry.

So he recognized the Bright Sky Herb but remained an amateur.

Trimming off those root hairs? Talk about being dumb!

Frank pointed at Zangi. "Why don't you ask him what happens if you trim the root hairs?"

Zangi scowled. "Mr. Quaker, it's the root hairs that decide the herb's value. You're just throwing away money."

Mr. Quaker frowned, clearly not expecting that.

suspect that we're conspiring with each other, you could ask another specialist. Still, I will make

hurried to Frank's side, whispering into his ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At that grade,

the Bright Sky Herb was exceedingly hard to find. Who knew when he would come across

retaining the medicinal value was more important to cultivators, but for treating an illness,

five million

Quaker sighed in exasperation, but he had no choice he had to take responsibility for his own

at this hour was not possible, Frank had Jada

Mr. Quaker agreed to the deal, Frank had someone

counterfeit bill detector for insurance. And after you buy it, send me the check and I'll cover

million was a huge sum, and Mr. Quaker was not about to gamble everything

to leave to get a counterfeit

was gone, Frank had someone bring over an additional five hundred grand, which he slid to Zangi "It's all thanks to your help. How does a five hundred

was beside himself with

deal only for Frank to offer five hundred grand!