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.

Then we're not wasting any time, brat! You will take your training seriously over the next couple of days, so that you

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

"You won't remember otherwise!"

men leave, and his phone

phone, he saw that it was

"Hoxton...?" Frank frowned.

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

in mind,

it was the icy voice of a man. "Frank

"Yes, and you are...?"

don't need to know my name," the man growled murderously, which left Frank unsettled. "I heard you

"Is that so?"