Soon, Frank and Meg arrived in Cronde, and they headed straight to a market.Frank was puzzled. "What are you getting? Why do you have to get it from a market and not the grocery store?""I smelled something special when I took a stroll outside the cottage," Meg replied, not one for mysteries. "It's a local specialty beef—it looks no different from normal beef, but everything from the condiment to the cut is exquisite, and it's especially sweet when taken out from the stock. That's why I craved some."Frank nodded, "So you're just craving for some meat! You could've said that outright—I have some readily available."Meg giggled unabashedly, as she was not some innocent maiden. "I'll take both. The more the better!"Both of them chatted as they arrived before a small stall, and Meg looked around.Just as the other homestay owner said, the beef stall was between a stall for farm crops and seafood, so this must be it.Approaching the butcher, Meg said, "Five pounds of beef, please!
Despite Meg's rage, she still refused to cause a scene. "Fine! We're not buying now, alright?!"However, seeing her ready to leave somehow led the butcher to believe that she could be bullied. "No way! I've already cut the meat—I have to eat it if you don't buy it!""You're just screwing with me, aren't you?!"Meg bellowed furiously. "I asked for five, but you insisted on giving me six and even charged me way above the standard price! It's also one pound less than you claim, and even then, you insisted on me paying you anyway! Whoever gave you that confidence?!"The butcher simply laughed. "Cut the crap already. You're either paying or you aren't leaving!"Then, he turned to yell out loud, "Everyone, gather round! Check out this woman—she can't even afford beef, but look at her getup! She clearly just came to flex on us! Help me out here, everyone!"Many customers were immediately gathering around them, pointing and gesturing at Meg, which left her even more furious. "Don't liste
Frank snorted. "Oh, that's not all. I'm tearing down your stall too!"And with those words, Frank kicked down the stall, knocking over all the beef.No one felt sorry for the butcher, as they all knew he deserved that much.And seeing that they were not concerned at all, the butcher realized that he could not stay."Just you wait!" he snapped. "This isn't over yet. You'll pay for this!"And with that, he turned to run, leaving everyone laughing behind him. "Make him pay? How? He's a coward through and through!"-Leaving the market, Meg was pursing her lips as she turned to Frank. "Sorry, you wouldn't have to deal with that if not for my stupid craving.""Doesn't matter. That man had to be punished for his actions!"Meg smiled and nodded. "Guess you won't be accepting my apology. So how about lunch instead?""Sure. It's rare for Ms. Quill to treat me to a meal. I have to make it count."Soon, Meg took Frank to a small restaurant. There was nothing special about it on the out
"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
Laughing, Meg clinked glasses with Frank, and both of them chugged it whole.Soon after they finished their alcohol, the food was served.While they were chatting as they ate, Frank needed to go. There were no washrooms in the private room, so he headed outside.After using the washroom and stepping out, he ran into a drunken lady who was washing her face while half leaning on the countertop.She was halfway through her twenties and wearing a jersey, and she had a toned healthy figure, but she was wobbling from the alcohol."Could you pass me some tissues?" she asked Frank, since the roll on her side was used up.Frank passed one to her, and was ready to leave when a hunched old baldy with a sleazy smile came up beside the lady. "What's wrong, Ms. Loum? There are more bigwigs waiting for you to serve them drinks!""I got it!" Ms. Loum rolled her eyes in annoyance. "And can't you at least help up? I'm already drunk!"Baldy simply laughed. "Alcohol is soul food. The more you dr
The lady had to reevaluate Frank right then.As she looked closely, she realized that his good looks were not everything he had going for him.The way he carried himself was not something anyone could match, and that alone gave him the right to say that he could sponsor all the kids."A-Are you really going to help?" she asked."Doesn't matter if I am—it wouldn't hurt to talk about it, don't you think?" Frank smiled. "And don't worry. It's just going to be me in my room, and I'm not about to do anything to an ordinary girl like you."The lady nodded stiffly and followed Frank to his room.Meg, who was gorging herself on food, smiled in wry amusement when she saw Frank returning with yet another lady.Tut, tut—the man was simply lucky with women, and they were all willing to throw themselves into his arms!"Take a seat, ma'am, make yourself at home—you have nothing to worry about here!"Meg beckoned at the lady to sit as kindly as Frank treated his other women even though it wa
Baldy snorted. "What, you ask? I'm giving it to you straight—if you don't come with me, it's not just those two who will get it. Even those kids at your school will!" "What?!" Yana exclaimed in shock."Even thieves have a code," Frank growled coolly. "But you're actually ready to hurt kids? Do you really think you're protected?"Baldy simply laughed. "That accent—not local, I take it? Don't you know better than to mess with a king on his turf? See, I'm basically the king here, and anyone who messes with me will suffer the consequences!""Is that so?" Frank growled furiously.On the other hand, Yana had no idea who Frank was. Worried that he and Meg would get hurt because of her, she pleaded with Baldy, "Please leave them out of this. This has nothing to do with them!"Baldy growled coldly, "Now you're begging? Too late! That brat really got on my nerves, and I'll kill him no matter what it takes! Let's see how he'll run his mouth now!"Seeing that Baldy was being a pest, Frank
Though the children were relieved, Yana sent them away on a playtime session, so that they would not see her sobbing quietly while they were gone. "I was so pumped back at school, thinking I could change the world… It was only after I graduated that I understood my insignificance!"Frank sighed. "I'm donating a million dollars up front. Come to me again if you need more!"As he spoke, he whipped out a debit card, even giving Yana the PIN.Yana quickly shook her head. "No, that's too much! I can't take it!"Frank smiled. "That's not up to you. It's for the children! Don't worry—there will be other aids too. I'll send some people over to deliver or set up necessary facilities and provide 24/7 protection so that you won't be harassed. Your only responsibility is to educate those children for a brighter future!"Frank's words were measured, and Yana could not refuse even if she wanted to.As she took the card, she said, "Don't worry. Whether you believe me or not, I'll do my best to