The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Zangi was rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking innocent, clearly unaware of what had happened. "What are you doing here, Mr. Quaker? Here to get some herbs?"

"You set me up, brat!" Mr. Quaker seized Zangi by the collar.

At the same time, someone nearby egged him on. "Hold your horses, bro! Don't let this get out of hand- we may have cause, but we shouldn't push them too far!"

"He conned over a mil off me, and you're telling me to calm down?!"

Mr. Quaker laughed coldly, dragging Zangi out from behind the counter and bellowing, "Where's your owner? Tell him to get over here!"

The other store hands knew that Mr. Quaker was here to cause trouble. As such, they hurried off to get the apothecary owner and refrained from getting on Mr. Quaker's nerves.

Soon, the apothecary owner arrived, and seeing a familiar face, he quickly asked, "What brings you here, Mr. Quaker?"

Mr. Quaker refused to play nice despite the apothecary owner's cordial greeting and snapped, "Your shop hand tricked me! Don't you think you must answer for this?!"

"Tricked you?" The apothecary owner had no idea what Mr. Quaker was saying.

Quaker's friends goaded him again. "They

hearing his friend, he was convinced Zangi and the apothecary

up on explaining himself at all, he bellowed, "I

and turned to Zangi. "What happened between you and

the apothecary owner finding out

and throwing a tantrum!" He

not sure if he should laugh or cry-even a fool could tell that Mr. Quaker was flipping out for a

point?" He sighed. "Just tell the truth and

in exasperation and revealed everything, leaving the apothecary owner

the worst thing one could do was to liaise with

had to wait. For now, the apothecary owner had to appease Mr. Quaker and stopped him from causing further trouble and

about the Bright Sky Herb, and it's really less valuable if trimmed. Five million is plenty-please don't get too

frowned,

not about to miss a chance to add fuel to the fire. "You're all in this together! Of course you're siding with that brat-grow a pair and get a third party

man fell for it again and growled, "It doesn't matter if my Bright Sky Herb is worth money! want it back now! Call that pretty boy and tell him to return it to me, and he can have his money

no choice he was not keeping his job if Mr. Quaker kept up