The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Escorted by a procession, the lady in white strode toward the edge of the lake.

Everyone had turned toward her when they heard her laughter and froze up right then.

"L-Lady Silverbell..."

Stanwick turned rigid when he saw her too, and he dropped on the floating platform with a thud.

He stared blankly at the lady, panic written all over his face.

"Lady Silverbell!"

Upon seeing Stanwick's dramatic reaction, the martial artists and audience members-be it from Zamri from Riverton-were all bowing their heads in salutation. "At ease."

the authority she commanded as the chief of the Martial Alliance. Over a thousand people were greeting and bowing at her, a seemingly frail woman. None of them would dare question her strength or the official ties she had. And right now, her visage was cool as she stared at Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker, don't you think I have the right to investigate

"I, uh..."

time but somehow could

he was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive me, Lady

crowd was actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However,

a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument to harass Zamri martial

her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's

and aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push me, or I will execute you here

trembling, but he looked around at the audience around him

clearly could not say it in front of so many,

members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief of the Martial