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 overhead, with the number

as the numbers soon stopped,

"What?!"

seeing things when they saw the number. However, even as they rubbed their

Birthright-ranked elite and

her punch weight reached a number that would pass even

that the might of Thousand

"Ridiculous."

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

being in the center of

male peers in terms of

absolutely stupid, but her gift as a martial

to level a look of contempt at Frank just