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. "We'll

left, Frank smirked in

in broad daylight? Don't you

Frank's attention was drawn to a little scuffle

male artist was glaring at a pudgy girl,

girth was several times that of the

chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping

Get in line like

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

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

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

watched in confusion, she brandished the bone before stabbing the

queue were certainly shocked by how ruthless Sanne was, attacking without a

in turn as she