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!"

hundreds of thousands stored, and I really wouldn't mind losing such spare change. I don't have to do anything aside from chasing him away,

was puzzled. "Then why would you

toward the owner too, curious about what

explained, "You wouldn't get it, but the brat has nothing going

the afternoon I fired him, his mother came to me. She's very reasonable and knows how her son misbehaved, and

rags, but that prick dressed himself like a king. So I gave her his pay, and he knows e

know, so

smiled in wry amusement-and she really thought for a moment that the bar owner was really so inhumane

in apology. "I definitely

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