The apothecary owner laughed in pain. "You should see the look on your face! Hell, it puzzles me that I'm that sentimental."Zangi laughed with him, though he was definitely a lot more pleased—he would do anything as long as he was not fired!Frank entered just then, putting down the fruit basket and other gifts he brought before pulling out a chair to sit. "How are you feeling?""What are you doing here, sir?" Zangi was at once surprised and delighted."I'm involved in this too," Frank said solemnly. "Why wouldn't I be here? Also, where are they? Have they shown their faces since?""They wouldn't dare. They're scared we'd extort them!"Zangi snorted, shaking his head. "But don't worry. I was the go-between, so I have a responsibility to keep you from harm."Frank smiled but said nothing—it was already good enough that Zangi had such sincerity, and he would not really let Zangi rush ahead in this fight. The kid was at worst a little greedy, but he was kind at heart.And witho
Was Frank even human?!He looked plain, but he packed some serious punch, not to mention how quick he was! Even Mike Tyson would be holding both thumbs up to a man like him!"What else were you going to say?" Frank growled just then, seeing that Mr. Quaker was not leaving.He wiped the sweat off his brow, and snapped, "Let's be reasonable! My Bright Sky Herb was definitely high-grade, but you lowballed me! You started this!"Frank smirked. "If you think so, then talk to someone who knows their herbs!"Mr. Quaker frowned. "You think I wouldn't?!""That's your own business, not mine!" Frank snapped. "If you think I swindled you, sue me all you want. You'd lose your pants—I can guarantee that much, if you told the truth, that is!"Frank's outburst actually gave Mr. Quaker pause, as he certainly sounded reasonable.Was it actually possible that he had been tricked?!"Mr. Quaker, if you don't mind, I'll call your grandfather!" Zangi suggested just then. He whipped out his phone and
Mr. Quaker threw his hands up. "Please, I was being tricked—""Bullshit!"Zangi cut him short right then. "None of this would've happened if you'd trusted us at all! This gentleman puts it best—violence is necessary against scum like you, or you'd think you can bully everyone! Now fuck off!"Mr. Quaker was left stumped by Zangi's rant, and he now clearly understood that Zangi was furious, and there was no turning back!But since Zangi was going that far, Mr. Quaker stopped pretending to be civil too—even if he had no just cause, he would go down swinging and not lose a cent from this!"We're going to court, you say?" He smirked. "But see, only the three of us know what happened. Who else could prove that I was the one who trimmed the root hairs?"Zangi's brow creased, hardly able to believe his ears.Was that man even human? He was basically bragging that he trimmed the root hairs of the Bright Sky Herb because he did not know it was a mistake. But now that he realized it was
That very night, Mr. Quaker was in a sour mood and gorged himself on food and alcohol with friends before heading home.He was just strolling down a lane when someone leapt off the wall, smiling and waving at him."Are you crazy?" Mr. Quaker snapped at him, and strode past him."Wait! Let me show you my magic trick!"The man cut him off, hiding his face with his hands while asking, "Guess what?""Fuck off!" Mr. Quaker ignored him and tried to walk past him again when that man lowered his palms. Mr. Quaker flinched and immediately sobered up, dropping on his rear as he was left stunned.After all, the man's face was suddenly rotting away when he removed his hands. Maggots were crawling out of his cheeks, while his left eyeball dropped out, landing just in front of Mr. Quaker!However, the man suddenly disappeared. "No, I must be drunk! I was just imagining it… There's no such thing as monsters!"Even as he tried to convince himself that he was seeing things and started to fo
"Yes, yes, yes… You're a real gentleman, so much nobler than I am!"Relieved, Mr. Quaker turned to leave.Frank then turned to Jada. "Well done, Ms. Turin. You've really straightened him out—I'm impressed.""You flatter me, Mr. Frankton!" Jada smiled. "It was just cheap tricks—really no big deal.""Tell me!" Frank asked, curious."The power you granted us is quite curious, as it grants the ability to cast illusions too! That's why I had one of us hound him day and night, haunting him with nameless monstrosities!"Frank nodded in realization—at that point, Mr. Quaker had to submit. Since he was being haunted by illusions, no one would believe him, since the average person would always be skeptical toward the paranormal.However, because they were definitely appearing right in front of Mr. Quaker's eyes, he would not forget it anytime soon—they would even show up whenever he closed his eyes.That was simply giving Mr. Quaker a taste of his own medicine—he wanted to be unreasona
"Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions," the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank's sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. "What's this?"Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, "Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you're no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it's therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner."Frank smiled bitterly. "Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?"Gina glowered. "This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we've been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what's good for you."Frank inhaled deeply.For
As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him. The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. "Mr. Lawrence…""What are you doing here?" Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted.Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife.""What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?""Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."Then, turning toward Trevor and gen
Frank was napping in Trevor's car when his phone rang, waking him up.Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, "Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?"Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. "Yeah."Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!"You disappoint me, Frank," she growled. "If you're upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?"Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, "Would you believe it if I told you that I didn't?""Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!" Helen demanded. "He also annulled our partnership!""Trevor's decision is his own and has nothing to do with me."Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. "You really disappoint me."Frank's voice suddenly turned cool as well. "It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the act