The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Mr. Zoran breathed a sigh of relief-thankfully, things did not get out of hand and were still manageable.

He said, "There's nothing better since everyone has agreed to this wager and to a peaceful solution. As the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager, I shall be the referee to the fairness of this wager." After, on one hand was the daughter of a Thousand Isles Guild chief, while on the other was a VIP whom the chief of the Martial Alliance had asked to escort.

If they really went for each other's throats, Mr. Zoran would be the loser in the end, since he was caught in the middle.

"So, who's going first?" he asked, glancing between Sanne and Frank.

"Allow me!" Sanne chuckled coolly, walking straight toward the boxing machine and taking aim squarely at the standing punching bag in the middle.

It was quite battered since many martial elites had already taken their turns, but it did not affect the machine precision.

"Look closely! This is the might of Thousand Isles Guild!" she boasted, brandishing her fist.

Then, with low grunt, she struck the punching bag viciously dead center.

Pow!

the giant plasma screen

the numbers soon stopped,

"What?!"

the martial artists thought they were seeing things when they saw the number. However, even as they rubbed

to note that Sanne was just a Birthright-ranked elite and a woman-who usually lacked the advantage men had

it was ridiculous that her punch weight reached a number that would

might of Thousand Isle Guild? It's

"Ridiculous."

martial artists were all busy talking among themselves and now regarded Sanne with fear

certainly enjoyed being in the center

by her male peers in terms of strength-perhaps thanks to her pudgy stature. Even Tijil was nodding in approval at a

stupid, but her gift as

level a look of