The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Both Frank and Vicky could tell that Paul was hesitating but not unwilling to sell the drakeroot—it was Sylvia's prompt refusal that surprised them.

"Mrs. Fielden, we didn't come demanding it for free," Vicky quickly said. "Just mention a price, and we will pay."

"No," Sylvia refused again. "Doesn't matter how much you're paying—we're not selling."

She then turned to her husband. "Paul, my cousin needs that drakeroot. Didn't you agree to give it to him?"

Paul nodded. "I did, but Ms. Turnbull needs it too... How about splitting it in half?"

He loved his wife to bits, and would basically agree to anything she asked for.

But with Vicky making a bid for the drakeroot as well, he was in a dilemma since he did not want to offend either party.

Sylvia shook her head repeatedly. "That won't do—the drakeroot is a hundred years old, and it's not perfectly preserved in the first place. Stanley needs the entire herb."

obviously a slave to

Frida was going to lose

a fact that the drakeroot is a powerful healing herb. May I ask what your cousin's condition is? If it's something simple, I

simply rolled her eyes at him. "Really? You

underestimate Mr. Lawrence—he is an accomplished healer whom even

even Dan, the most famous healer of Riverton,

frequent trips to the hospital before, weren't you? Why don't you let Mr.

shook her head immediately. "Are you kidding me? A

she had a sexually-transmitted disease and she had not

exposed

"But as medicine goes, observation is vital —there are times when all it takes is

you sure?" Paul gasped, his

if Frank was just boasting or could really

on, Frank—show your chops. Mr.