The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Rok grinned as he sat down beside Frank, baring his yellowed teeth while his eyes narrowed threateningly. "Titus Lionheart sends his regards. He wishes you luck and hopes that you'll win the Martial Tournament."

"Titus Lionheart?!"

Frank's face fell-this geezer was a friend of the Lionhearts?!

Now, it seemed that the geezer had orders from the Lionhearts to come to Zamri and confront Frank!

Still, despite his initial shock, Frank quickly composed himself.

If anything, he should not be surprised and should have anticipated that the Lionhearts would pick this moment to mess with him.

As such, Frank chuckled coolly and replied, "I see. Well, thank him for me for his kind words... and for his Celestial Dew."

The calm retort left Rok stunned, though his expression soon turned cool. "Making enemies of the Lionhearts? You're as good as dead, brat."

"You don't have to worry about that." Frank shrugged. "So? Are you going to get to business here or what?"

Rok blinked at his question but smirked. "We'll see."

As he turned and left, Frank smirked in turn, not bothered by the threat.

"Hey, what are you doing? Jumping the queue in broad daylight? Don't you see us standing here?!"

That was when Frank's attention was drawn to a little scuffle near the boxing machine.

A scrawny male artist was glaring at a pudgy girl, who looked a couple of years short of twenty.

However, her girth was several times that of the man's.

Even as she used her rear to knock the man away and jump the queue, she was holding two chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping on them and covering her lips with grease.

"Are you deaf?! Can't you hear me?"!

"Yeah! You have no right! Get in line like everyone else!"

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

As the martial artists started snapping at the pudgy girl, Sanne Dali, and even throwing personal insults at her, she finally turned nonchalantly.

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She leveled a look of disdain at the scrawny man behind herself, biting off a chunk of meat from the chicken leg.

Then, as everyone watched in confusion, she brandished the bone before stabbing the man in the stomach!

"Oof?!"

The martial artists in the queue were certainly shocked by how ruthless Sanne was, attacking without a word! "Yipping and yapping... It's just a queue, no?"

Sanne was chuckling coolly in turn as sew away the chicken bo

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Her pompous attitude sent the other martial artists in an uproar, all of them snapping at her in righteous indignation.

At the same time, the martial artist.

who had been stabbed pushed

himself off the floor, clutchingel

stomach furiously.

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"You asked for this, you bitch!" he bellowed and swung his fist at Sanne.

He presumed that he was only caught off guard and that he would not lose to her.

However, before his punch even reached Sanne, a towering, muscular man appeared beside him and swung his fist in turn. Crack!

"Argh!!!"

There was a blood-curdling scream as the man who tried to attack Sanne was left staring at his broken wrist.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.