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!"

panicking-if Zangi really called Mr.

they traded a knowing glance as they came up with a plan on

behind

off guard—he was no martial artist like Frank, and if anything,

without sleep and did not

then, and he teetered toward Mr.

going to catch him in reflex, but one of his friends yelled, "You prick! Trying a sneak attack because you can't win

as the man finished, everyone was

was still his

only did he fail to have an effect, but things

hour later, Mr. Quaker and his friends stormed

in pieces, and his greasy, neatly combed hair was caked in dirt and disheveled. With his

Zangi was still worse off-those thugs really

poking their heads out, the apothecary owner sighed in

from what Zangi did, but the kid stepped up when he had to. In fact, he shielded the apothecary owner beneath himself,

apothecary owner's mind, and he actually