NovelEnglishZangi was rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking innocent, clearly unaware of what had happened. "What are you doing here, Mr. Quaker? Here to get sherbs?" "You setup, brat!" Mr. Quaker seized Zangi by the collar.
At the stime, someone nearby egged him on. "Hold your horses, bro! Don't let this get out of hand-we may have cause, but we shouldn't push them too far!" "He conned over a mil off me, and you're tellingto calm down?!" Mr. Quaker laughed coldly, dragging Zangi out from behind the counter and bellowing, "Where's your owner? Tell him to get over here!" The other store hands knew that Mr. Quaker was here to cause trouble. As such, they hurried off to get the apothecary owner and refrained from getting on Mr. Quaker's nerves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSoon, the apothecary owner arrived, and seeing a familiar face, he quickly asked, "What brings you here, Mr. Quaker?" Mr. Quaker refused to play nice despite the apothecary owner's cordial greeting and snapped, "Your shop hand tricked me! Don't you think you must answer for this?!" "Tricked you?" The apothecary owner had no idea what Mr. Quaker was saying.
"Don't waste your breath!" Mr. Quaker's friends goaded him again. "They have to pay up, or make them pay!" Mr. Quaker could never think for himself, and hearing his friend, he was convinced Zangi and the apothecary owner were in it together.
Giving up on explaining himself at all, he bellowed, "I want my hard-earned money back!" The apothecary owner sighed in exasperation and turned to Zangi. "What happened between you and him?" Zango had no idea either, but he was also afraid of the apothecary owner finding out that he had a personal liaison with a customer.
"He must be drunk and throwing a tantrum!" He hastily cup with an excuse.
The apothecary owner was not sure if he should laugh or cry-even a fool could tell that Mr. Quaker was flipping out for a reason! "Are you really still going to lie toat this point?" He sighed. "Just tell the truth and resolve this matter already!" Zangi sighed in exasperation and revealed everything, leaving the apothecary owner livid.
In this business, the worst thing one could do was to liaise with a customer, as Zangi was basically stealing from him! Still, given the present situation, Zangi's punishment had to wait. For now, the apothecary owner had to appease Mr. Quaker and stopped him from causing further trouble and affecting his business.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Quaker frowned, clearly hesitant.
However, his friend was not about to miss a chance to add fuel to the fire. "You're all in this together! Of course you're siding with that brat-grow a pair and get a third party who has no stake in this!" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesThough he was clearly inciting Mr. Quaker, the man fell for it again and growled, "It doesn't matter if my Bright Sky Herb is worth money! want it Know! Call that prboy and tell him to return it to me, and he can have his money back!" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesZangi was exasperated but had no choice—he was not keeping his job if Mr. Quaker kept up this argument. Bracing himself, he dialed Frank's number...
Meanwhile, in Frankton Tower, Dawn had just drunk the medicinal broth that Frank brewed.
She immediately felt as if her head would blow up! "How do you feel? Do you remember anything?" Frank asked in concern.
Dawn flashed a pained smile, shaking her head.
She would like to remember too, but that explosive sensation was gone in a flash, and she still could not remember a thing! "That's alright," Frank told her. "Another few doses and you might see improvement, and we have all the tin the world." Just as he put down the bowl, his phone started ringing, and he answered it.
"What?!" Frank smiled in wry amusement—what was Mr. Quaker thinking? Demanding back what he sold?
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