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.

you suspect that we're conspiring with each other, you could ask another specialist. Still, I will make it worth your while-five million for the

whispering into his ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At

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

the medicinal value was more important to cultivators, but

five million

sighed in exasperation, but he had no choice

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

to the deal, Frank had someone bring in the money

a counterfeit bill detector for insurance.

and Mr. Quaker was not about

had suggested, he promptly turned to leave to get a counterfeit

additional five hundred grand, which he slid to Zangi "It's all thanks to your

was beside himself with

Frank to offer five hundred grand! The man