The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Janice smiled in wry amusement. "Do you think you're being understanding?

You're kidding—who would harass a delivery man over food? And he's being sincere, so it has to be someone leading a troubled life who would care to harass others over that.

"Hell, even if they did, they would just ask for compensation per the standard operating procedure. That's no reason to start a fight."

Myra scowled in silence when someone yelled outside, "You're late! All the food had gone cold, see?!"

It was a middle-aged woman, and clearly a bothersome one.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Wait, I'm not late! See?! There's ten more minutes until the expected delivery time!"

Myra recognized the voice and poked her head out-it really was the delivery man from before.

He had clearly returned with the middle-aged woman's order and stopped by Myra's room to apologize since he was here anyway.

Myra appreciated that, she did not

throw a few harsh words and be done with it. The middle-aged woman, on the other hand, was out to

What the hell?

nerve earlier, and Myra decided she had

the lunchboxes and flung it at the delivery man's face. "You're just a glorified pizza boy! Don't you dare talk back to

reviews, the delivery

glorified hag! Why do you keep hollering? Why harass the working class when you're only human? Honestly,

as she snapped, and it was not just Frank who heard her-even the other guests did, and they poked their heads out to look

that, Myra kept shouting at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, you be the judge! This delivery man wasn't late, but this bitch had to

stared at the

as if they hated her, but as Myra said, the man was just a humble deliveryman. Why

did not actually make

strode toward Myra right then. "It's none of your business, bitch! You've