The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank sighed. "Tell him he can't have it back. I've already brewed it into medicinal broth for a patient." "Already?!" Zangi was left fidgeting, uneasy.

That was his only shot at clearing up this mess, and if things worked out, Mr. Quaker might really put this behind them.

He just did not expect Frank to be so impatient that it was almost amusing.

And Mr. Quaker was already glowering furiously, noticing the look on Zangi's face. "What, he's already used it?!"

Knowing that he was not going to hide something like that from Mr. Quaker, he said, "Why don't you talk to him?"

Mr. Quaker promptly took the phone and snapped coolly, "I'm not being cold here, and I understand that you need that herb to save a life. So it doesn't matter if you've used it just pay me my money's worth." While paying extra for a low-grade herb would make him a sucker-and even hurt his reputation on top of that-Frank simply did not like to argue.

away was no issue for him, so he nodded and said, "I'll pay

was not losing anything from this! "No, wait," he growled. "Make it another five million, or this won't be the

Ten million!" Mr. Quaker raised his demand again, seeing how quickly Frank agreed to

no idea that he had

up, and you're not getting a cent!" Mr. Quaker mistook it for weakness and laughed coolly. "Pay up, brat! Ten

demand even if begrudgingly, only for the man to get pissed off! And before he could correct himself, Frank already hung up, giving him

in a dilemma-he was not getting any moment, and

dissed him. "You see, Mr. Quaker? Being too greedy

buy the Bright Sky Herb from Mr. Quaker in the first place because