The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After a brief silence, Ivo ultimately sighed and bowed to Frank, as well as to every other martial artist present. "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm afraid Thousand Isles Guild has made a mistake-" "What are you talking about?!" Sanne snapped at him right then. "Mistake?! Me?! It's that man and that brat who made a mistake! They-"

"Silence!"

Tijil, who stood behind Ivo, shot Sanne a vicious glare, silencing her.

He then muttered under his breath and shook his head. "What an idiot..."

Namik was his close friend and a shrewd man. How on earth did he end up with such a foolish daughter?

Talent had really skipped a generation there she was a total disgrace to her father's name!

"Ahem..."

Ivo cleared his throat as if he had never heard Sanne and continued, "Since everyone is here to take part in the Martial Tournament anyway, why don't we stick to that format to settle our dispute?" Frank was actually interested. "Stick to the format, you say?"

"Exactly."

Frank was taking the bait, Ivo quickly explained, "We will each send our best participant for this test of strength. And if we win,

Ivo did a double take, since he had never considered

of the strongest Ascendant-ranked

going to lose this

fact, Ivo's purpose in setting this wager is to compel Frank

would also make Sanne-and by extension, Thousand Isles Guild-look

that Ivo was just trying to

his suggestion, his question still left Ivo

not get Sanne to

"Hmph!"

and glanced at Tijil. She,