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.

time, brat! You will take your training

they left the hotel, with Scarface screaming along the

"You won't remember otherwise!"

smiled exasperatedly as he watched the two men leave, and his phone started ringing just

he saw that it was an unfamiliar

"Hoxton...?" Frank frowned.

in Hoxton

in mind, Frank answered the

icy voice of a

"Yes, and you are...?"

unsettled. "I heard you got Phoenix the Martial Alliance's recommendation, but word of advice-don't poke your nose

"Is that so?"