The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Mona stood akimbo, smiling smugly too. "Hmph. It really was nothing."

On the other hand, Sanne was scowling but unable to say a word.

Even if she wanted to accuse Mr. Zoran of siding with Frank, saying something like that now would only humiliate her-the man would never have the balls to play favorites now! "That brat is... scary."

While everyone from Thousand Isles Guild were silent, Tijil stared at Mona as he murmured beside Ivo. "Even I misjudged her. She's not just accomplished in the martial arts, but she has also received advanced guidance... and I also detect a hint of geomantics." "Geomantics?"

The term left most members of Thousand Isles Guild confused, while Tijil snorted. "Hmph. It's a combination of Draconian traditional divination arts and geomancy and boasts unthinkable might. Some even said that it's a subpar immortal art that ancient sages left behind." Tijil obviously knew much about geomantics and was staring fixedly at Mona, "And she has most likely just used it."

Ivo pursed his lips in turn. "Doesn't that mean she's cheating?"

"No."

his head as he explained quietly, "It's a form of martial arts too, practiced by the leaders

conversing with the members of Thousand Isles Guild, Frank turned toward Mr. Zoran. "Well? Can you

judge, Mr. Zoran naturally could not

she would be kowtowing in

put this past us? You're losing nothing,

bullied or that I'm afraid of Thousand

attempt to pacify the situation. "Winning's winning! If she can't take the loss, then she shouldn't have betted against us! She'd just embarrass herself!" "Well

strode out, glancing briefly at

no compromise when it comes to winning and losing, and the Thousand Isles Guild

concede...