The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Janice smiled in wry amusement. "Do you think you're being understanding?

You're kidding—who would harass a delivery man over food? And he's being sincere, so it has to be someone leading a troubled life who would care to harass others over that.

"Hell, even if they did, they would just ask for compensation per the standard operating procedure. That's no reason to start a fight."noveldrama

Myra scowled in silence when someone yelled outside, "You're late! All the food had gone cold, see?!"

It was a middle-aged woman, and clearly a bothersome one.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Wait, I'm not late! See?! There's ten more minutes until the expected delivery time!"

Myra recognized the voice and poked her head out-it really was the delivery man from before.

He had clearly returned with the middle-aged woman's order and stopped by Myra's room to apologize since he was here anyway.

And because Myra appreciated that, she did not appreciate the middle-aged woman's behavior.

Even if the delivery man was late, one could just throw a few harsh words and be done with it. The middle-aged woman, on the other hand, was out to harass him despite arriving early.

What the hell?

Moreover, Janice had touched a nerve earlier, and Myra decided she had to prove her character.

As she strode over, the middle-aged woman picked up the lunchboxes and flung it at the delivery man's face. "You're just a glorified pizza boy! Don't you dare talk back to me!"

Concerned about getting bad reviews, the delivery man could only nod in silence.

Myra shouted right then, "And you're just a glorified hag! Why do you keep hollering? Why harass the working class when you're only human? Honestly, you're just despicable!"

She deliberately raised her voice as she snapped, and it was not just Frank who heard her-even the other guests did, and they poked their heads out to look while whispering among themselves.

Seeing that, Myra kept shouting at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, you be the judge! This delivery man wasn't late, but this bitch had to harass him anyway. What do you think about that?" '

Everyone stared at the middle-aged woman in disdain.

It was not as if they hated her, but as Myra said, the man was just a humble deliveryman. Why did she have to harass him?

And the fact that the delivery man did not actually make a mistake only made her outburst unreasonable.

Furious, the middle-aged woman strode toward Myra right then. "It's none of your business, bitch! You've really done it now!"

The delivery man quickly put himself between them. "Please, ma'am. This is between us-don't take it out on her."

The middle-aged woman slapped him across the face right then. "Did you just call me ma'am?! Do I look that old?! Stupid blue-collar worker, talking like you're worth shit!"

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That only sent Myra flying into a rage.

While she was born rich, it had only been a couple of generations before that her family rose from rags to riches.

Moreover, her ancestors had founded tenets to discipline their descendants into never disrespecting the common man and to help them when they needed it.

With such upbringing, Myra naturally could not abide with that middle-aged woman!

She strode up, pulling the delivery man away before slapping the middle-aged woman across the face.

"How dare you hit me?!"

Furious, the middle-aged woman was ready to retaliate, but Myra kicked her to the floor, leaving her gritting her teeth in pain.