The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Watch your mouth, brat! Do you think we can't get another buyer?!"

"Let's face it—we can give you a refund, but can we get our Bright Sky Herb back?!" Seeing that, Mr. Quaker's friends promptly leapt in to 'defend' him.

"Mr. Quaker, I mean no insult, but aren't you an adult? Can't you decide for yourself?"

Zangi simply snorted. "Do you think your friends are really doing this for your sake? What a laugh! You can doubt us, but surely you won't doubt your own family? Just call your grandfather, and everything will be clear!"

In fact, Zangi had already smelled a rat-Mr. Quaker did not mean to come here and cause trouble in the first place. He was a greedy pig, but he was not that heinous.

If anything, his friends were getting jealous seeing how he managed to make a quick buck, and so, incited him to come and cause trouble!

"You think I wouldn't?!" Mr. Quaker retorted, whipping out his phone to threaten Zangi despite feeling doubt.

Zangi was certainly not worried when he had just cause and even whipped out his phone too.

"Go on, do it!" he snapped coolly. "Hell, I'll do it if you won't! Fortunately for me, I saved your grandpa's number during one of his previous visits, so let him tell you how things really work here!"

Mr. Quaker's friends started panicking-if Zangi really called Mr. Quaker's grandfather, their reputation

traded a knowing glance as they came up with

behind Zangi

martial artist like Frank, and if anything,

had gone a night without sleep and did not have breakfast earlier, he

and he teetered toward Mr.

friends yelled, "You prick! Trying

everyone was

did, he was still his employee, and he quickly tried to stop

did he fail to have an effect, but things escalated when he inadvertently brushed against Mr.

hour later, Mr. Quaker and his friends stormed off, leaving the apothecary in

in pieces, and his greasy, neatly combed hair was caked in dirt and disheveled. With his swollen and battered face, he was the picture

worse off-those thugs really did not

finally poking their heads out, the apothecary

up when he had to. In fact, he shielded the apothecary owner beneath himself, so that their punches only landed on

alone changed the apothecary owner's mind, and he