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

left, Frank smirked

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

was when Frank's attention was drawn to a

was glaring at a pudgy girl, who

her girth was several times that of the

the queue, she was holding two chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping on

have no right! Get in line

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

Sanne Dali, and even throwing personal insults at her,

look of disdain at the scrawny man behind herself, biting off a chunk of

confusion, she brandished the bone before stabbing the man

ruthless Sanne was, attacking

in turn as she threw away the