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.

so he nodded and

it, he soon thought that this was fishy. The way Frank accepted his demand so quickly was as if he was not losing anything from

million!" Mr. Quaker raised his demand again,

that he had

cent!" Mr. Quaker mistook it for weakness and laughed coolly. "Pay up,

man to get pissed

was certainly in a dilemma-he was not getting any moment, and he could not let this slide either. What

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

the first place because he could already see