The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Was Frank even human?!

He looked plain, but he packed some serious punch, not to mention how quick he was! Even Mike Tyson would be holding both thumbs up to a man like him!

"What else were you going to say?" Frank growled just then, seeing that Mr. Quaker was not leaving.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and snapped, "Let's be reasonable! My Bright Sky Herb was definitely high-grade, but you lowballed me! You started this!"

Frank smirked. "If you think so, then talk to someone who knows their herbs!"

Mr. Quaker frowned. "You think I wouldn't?!"

"That's your own business, not mine!" Frank snapped. "If you think I swindled you, sue me all you want. You'd lose your pants-I can guarantee that much, if you told the truth, that is!"

Frank's outburst actually gave Mr. Quaker pause, as he certainly sounded reasonable.

Was it actually possible that he had been tricked?!

"Mr. Quaker, if you don't mind, I'll call your grandfather!" Zangi suggested just then. He whipped out his phone and dialed the number, or what happened in the morning would just happen again.

Quaker's grandfather was quick to answer Zangi's call, since he was quite old and had plenty of

to introduce myself—I'm Zangi, a store hand at Dustin's Apothecary. Is it

Quaker's grandfather replied. "Why did you call me?

certainly is good stuff! It's a Bright

"A Bright Sky Herb?"

too, but while valuable, no one would want

Quaker's grandfather must have presumed that he

I'd just like to ask-would the Bright Sky Herb be worth much without its root

so it's worth some

root hairs, it'd be worth less three

real bonehead since he trimmed it himself.

sir. I'll buy

wagged his phone at Mr. Quaker's

was left glowering in silence he certainly

were trying to get him

said we should be reasonable earlier, didn't