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?"

at his question but smirked.

Frank smirked in turn, not bothered by the

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

to a little scuffle

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

girth was several times that

to knock the man away and jump the queue, she was holding two chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping on them and

You have no right! Get in line like everyone

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

artists started snapping at the pudgy girl, Sanne Dali, and even throwing personal insults at her, she

at the scrawny man behind herself, biting off a

she brandished the bone before stabbing

how ruthless Sanne

turn as she threw