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.

waste your breath!" Mr. Quaker's friends goaded him again. "They have

himself, and hearing his friend, he was convinced

at all, he bellowed,

apothecary owner sighed in exasperation and turned to Zangi. "What

afraid of the apothecary owner finding out that

must be drunk and throwing a tantrum!" He hastily

or cry-even a fool could tell

you really still going to lie to me at this point?" He sighed. "Just tell the truth and resolve

revealed everything,

do was to liaise with a customer, as Zangi was basically stealing from

the present situation, Zangi's punishment had to wait. For now, the apothecary owner had

"I know about the Bright Sky Herb, and it's really less valuable if trimmed. Five million is

Quaker frowned, clearly

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

Mr. Quaker, the 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,

no choice he was not keeping his job