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.

other, you could ask another specialist. Still, I will make it worth

into his ear, "Sir, you have to

that the Bright Sky Herb was exceedingly hard to find. Who knew when he would come across another if he missed out on

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

five million it

had no choice he had to take responsibility for

late and wire transfer at this hour was not possible, Frank had Jada prepare five million in cash

and Mr. Quaker agreed to the deal, Frank had someone

for insurance. And after

a huge sum, and Mr. Quaker was not

turned to leave to get

while he was gone, Frank had someone bring over an additional five hundred grand, which he slid to

beside

to get at least two hundred grand from this deal only for Frank to offer five