The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Titus Lionheart?!"

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."

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?"

question but smirked. "We'll

smirked in turn, not bothered by the

you doing? Jumping the queue in broad daylight? Don't you see us

attention was drawn to a little scuffle near

male artist was glaring at a pudgy girl, who looked a couple of years

her girth was several times that of the

chicken legs-one in each hand,

no right! Get in line like

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

martial artists started snapping at the pudgy girl, Sanne Dali, and

the scrawny man behind herself, biting

as everyone watched in confusion, she brandished the bone

certainly shocked by how ruthless Sanne was, attacking without

turn as she threw away the