The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Fine." Meg snorted, rolling her eyes.

It honestly did not pay to be nice if Jada were here, she would have slapped the owner around already.

However, when she sliced a small cutlet, she suddenly noticed a housefly floating in the stock!

"There's a bug in here, sir!" she promptly called out to the owner.

The owner had not gone far, and he wheeled on her with a glare. "What, you don't have flies in your house?"

Meg had already bearing with it but snapped and flipped the table in rage at the owner's retort.

"Well, this is exactly what I do when I see a fly in my house!" she snapped.

"How dare you!"

The owner rushed into the kitchen and returned with a cleaver, but Frank was already in front of Meg, asking coolly, "I'm not asking for VIP treatment here, but is this really how you should treat customers?"

bellowed, brandishing his cleaver and clearly not knowing

to reason. Can't blame

of an eye, and he had

by some divine being who sent him

hear and see all the furniture and tableware

left, Frank snorted. "Don't think you get to walk over

as he had never been subject to

not dare to retaliate because Frank was just that terrible and

once again apologetic to Frank after leaving the restaurant, as she did not expect to run into unscrupulous people like that one after the

read her thoughts and chuckled. "It's alright.

you. Let's eat at an

smiled but said

issue-those people were simply rotten, but a couple of rotten

hands and strolled around with Meg until they reached a

it dulled in comparison to any major city restaurants, but it

that everything on the menu was cheap