The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The emcee breathed his vowels long and hard the way Michael Buffer would hype up his ring announcements. Jaden soon emerged from backstage, his form straight and towering, his expression cold and his glare sharp. He was the image of an heir to a clan of martial artists, his long hair the picture of the graceful martial artists of old.

Many a maiden were screaming in excitement as if seeing their idol, and some even fainted and were quickly carted off to waiting ambulances. "This gentleman of impeccable appearance is the second in Skyrank and the great heir to the illustrious Favoni family of martial artists!"

The emcee was absolutely generous with his praise, and Jaden certainly measured up.

He stood, his expression sharp and his posture elegant, and the spectators could actually feel the palpable sense of superiority he carried himself with.

And when the emcee was done introducing Jaden, he turned to the other side and paused awkwardly. "Um... it seems that Mr. Favoni's challenger has yet to show up. I wonder if he's afraid of Mr. Favoni's mighty presence or his terrific vengeance?"

"Either way, if he doesn't arrive in ten minutes, Mr. Favoni will win by default-and as agreed in the letter of challenge, Lanecorp shall apologize to the Favonis in public and leave the city of Zamri!"

The audience became even more excited at the announcement.

"Hey, don't you think the prick bailed?"

"Ya think? Wouldn't you be running too if you were in his place?"

"If he turns up, he won't be able to pull any dirty tricks with so many people watching. Mr. Bearson would definitely give him a spanking."

"Yeah. Running at least spares him that pain."

Jaden's look of

he was also a

How boring!

a youth sitting on a wheelchair at a corner was glowering

Turnbull himself, who had received word about the duel as well

had sent his informants out to ask around, who found out that it was none

on my side! Messing with Jaden

savagely. "Why

up Jaden

and let him beat you

would make the twenty million I bet on your defeat

Bearson was fidgeting restlessly in his

a

his weight endlessly

the hands on

Zamri Square kept