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?"

or I'll gut you too!" the owner bellowed, brandishing his cleaver and clearly not knowing who he

wouldn't listen to reason. Can't

blink of an eye, and he had no idea what had

protected by some divine being

he could hear and see all

you get to walk over just everyone, and

livid, as he had never been subject

just that terrible and only noted the grudge for now. He would

was once again apologetic to Frank after leaving the restaurant, as she did not

naturally read her thoughts and chuckled. "It's alright. Happens all

for you. Let's eat at an actual restaurant-I'm sure there won't be any issues this

smiled but said

rats were not the issue-those people were simply rotten, but a couple of rotten eggs did not spoil the

time on his hands and strolled around with Meg until

to any major city

menu was cheap and ordered over