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.

Frank smirked in turn, not

the queue in broad

when Frank's attention was drawn to

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

several times that of

as she used her rear to knock the man away and jump the queue, she was holding two chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping on them and covering her lips with grease. "Are you deaf?! Can't

no right! Get in line

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

Dali, and even throwing personal insults at

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

everyone watched in confusion, she brandished the bone

in the queue were certainly shocked by how ruthless Sanne was, attacking without a word! "Yipping and yapping... It's

coolly in turn as she