The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Wait, aren't we bros?"

Scarface appeared hysterical, clutching his cheeks as he howled, "If you can make a recommendation, you could've just recommended me! Why give it to Phoenix Ardron?! Wouldn't I run into her anyway once I'm qualified?" "One recommendation is tough enough."

Frank shook his head. "And I got Phoenix's recommendation in the first place-giving her one is nothing out of line. On the other hand, the Martial Alliance wouldn't agree if I were to give you the recommendation instead." "I see..." Scarface nodded at the explanation but remained a little frustrated.

"Brat!"

Madfist strode up and snapped just then, "Quit obsessing with cutting corners! Even if you were to get the recommendation and go to Morhen for the finals, you'd think you're better off not taking part when someone humiliates you!" "True..." Scarface scratched his head, cheering up just then.

Madfist then turned toward Frank. "So when does Zamri's qualifiers begin?"

"In a couple of days?" Frank said, uncertain.

training seriously over

that, Madfist pulled Scarface by the ear as they left the hotel, with Scarface

"You won't remember otherwise!"

two men leave, and his

his phone, he saw that it was

"Hoxton...?" Frank frowned.

only person he had any dealing with in Hoxton was Phoenix... So could this

that theory in mind, Frank answered

was the icy voice of

"Yes, and you are...?"

name," the man growled murderously, which left Frank unsettled. "I heard you got Phoenix the Martial Alliance's recommendation, but word of advice-don't poke your nose wherever you

"Is that so?"