The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The owner snorted. "I was playing nice. Get out, or I'll make you!"

Lambert simply planted his rear on the floor, snorting smugly. "Let's see what you can do! I doubt you'd beat me with so many people watching!"

The owner looked around. Seeing that it was just Frank and Hana in his bar, he resigned himself and grabbed Lambert, throwing him outside.

As Lambert dropped on the floor, he was gritting his teeth in pain and snapped, "You'll regret this! Just you wait!"

The owner strode out. "Come on, I'm right here. Did you think I'd be scared?"

Knowing that he would not win, Lambert turned to run, and the owner returned inside.

Smiling apologetically at Frank and Hana, he sighed. "Apologies. That brat has always been like that. Any orders are on the house."

Hana waved him off. "That's unnecessary-it's not like we can't afford it. You shouldn't dock his pay, though... even if he's at fault, you should pay him anyway. Not taking sides here, but you don't have just cause if things get bad!"

you, I have wine worth hundreds of thousands stored, and I really

was puzzled. "Then why would you

toward the owner too, curious

it, but the brat has nothing going for him, always wasting his money

mother came to me. She's very reasonable and knows how her son misbehaved, and she didn't try to emotionally blackmail me

but that prick dressed himself like a king. So I gave her his

not to know, so that I'd pay them

wry amusement-and she really thought for a moment that the bar owner was really

"I definitely got the

shrugged. "I started from the bottom and arrived where I am today by my own strength. I won't belittle

nodded, just as an

you doing here, ma'am?" the bar owner hurried