The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 

Trevor watched as Jermain left, and he asked, “Mr. Lawrence, the Chandlers actually have influence in Middleton. Should we prepare for them?” 

Frank shook his head. “Unnecessary. What can they do anyway? They’re not our enemy–just watch out for any moves they might make.” 

Trevor nodded–Frank was far above the Chandlers, and he really did not need to worry about them. 

“Do you need a ride back to the hotel, Mr. Lawrence?” Trevor asked. 

“No, I’ll be going to Flora Hall.” 

“Flora Hall? Why?” Trevor asked in curiosity. 

“I need to make a new one to treat Helen’s face.” 

“I see.” Trevor nodded and sent Frank to Flora Hall before leaving. 

There was a pungent scent of medicinal herbs as Frank stepped in, and many customers were there to make purchases or consult the healers. 

Frank whipped out his phone to call Dan Zimmer. 

However, the man did not answer for a long while, so he had no choice but to approach an assistant at the front desk. “Hi. I’d like to speak with the owner, Dan Zimmer.” 

The assistant glanced at him briefly and pointed at the registration counter, “Take a number. You only get to see Mr. Zimmer if our specialists can’t resolve your issue. 

Frank glanced at the long queue waiting at the counter and said, “Then I’ll be making purchases.” 

“What are you buying?” 

Frank picked up a pen and wrote down a list on the paper, along with the weight and other specifications. 

The assistant picked up the list and soon frowned. 

After waiting a while, Frank asked, “Is there an issue?” 

“We have everything you need, but there’s one ingredient we don’t sell.” 

Frank laughed. “What do you mean? Don’t you sell it here?” 

“It’s 

very rare and therefore labeled as a not–for–sale item.” 

Frank was at once frustrated. “Are you messing with me?” 

The assistant frowned. “What do you mean, young man? You can’t afford it even if we have it. 

The Skyfresh Vine that Frank wanted might be a Flora Hall exclusive, but it was worth millions. 

To the assistant, it was obvious from Frank’s appearance that he could not afford that. 

Moreover, it was troublesome–the assistant had to report this to his higher–ups and write an application. In contrast, chasing Frank away was much more ideal. 

Frank frowned in turn, surprised that a mere assistant would belittle him. 

Reaching out and grabbing the assistant by the collar right then, Frank growled, “Doesn’t matter if I can afford it. Just give it to me.” 

“Hey! What are you doing?! Let go of me!” the assistant cried out in shock before yelling loudly,” Help! Help! He’s making a scene!” 

The security guards rushed toward them in response, and so did the other patrons. 

Flora Hall was the leading apothecary in Riverton, but the man was actually making a scene instead of staying in line?! 

“Let him go!” a burly security officer barked just then. 

“Call the owner,” Frank replied flatly. 

“Who do you think you are to demand to see him?!” The security guard whipped out his baton since Frank was not giving up and charged at him!