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?"

"Fuck off, or I'll gut you too!" the owner bellowed, brandishing his cleaver and clearly not knowing who he was dealing with.

"You wouldn't listen to reason. Can't blame me for this."

The owner was sent flying in the blink of an eye, and he had no idea what had just happened until he crashed on the floor.

What the hell? Were those two protected by some divine being who sent him flying?

Before he could react, he could hear and see all the furniture and tableware in the restaurant being smashed.noveldrama

As Frank and Meg left, Frank snorted. "Don't think you get to walk over just everyone, and grow a conscience for once!"

The owner was livid, as he had never been subject to such humiliation before.

However, he did not dare to retaliate because Frank was just that terrible and only noted the grudge for now. He would eventually get his revenge!

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

Frank could naturally read her thoughts and chuckled. "It's alright. Happens all the time!"

Meg nodded. "That's hood rats for you. Let's eat at an actual restaurant-I'm sure there won't be any issues this time!"

Frank smiled but said nothing.

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

Nonetheless, he had time on his hands and strolled around with Meg until they reached a big restaurant.

However, it dulled in comparison to any major city restaurants, but it passed the local standard.

As they sat down, Meg saw that everything on the menu was cheap and ordered over six dishes, as well as alcohol.

After the waiter left, she smiled. "I'm sure we'll be fine this time."

Frank smiled but said nothing.

Soon, their drinks arrived, and Meg poured Frank and herself a full glass, toasting, "Cheers and sorry, Mr Frankton. I didn't know that I'd be

that unlucky today and ruin your mood."

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "You're treating me like those bullies. Come on- we're better than that."

However, Meg had her own opinions. "It's only right to drink in apology. The same goes for friends, right?

"As the saying goes, keep your

friends close but your family closer! Don't behave like some schmuck

around your buddies, and then

commit domestic violence!

Frank's eyes lit up. "I'm surprised you're this knowledgeable, Ms. Quill. Let's drink

to that!"