The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Before the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager could tell Frank about the other rounds, a staff member came running over, whispering something into the manager's ear.

The manager was soon frowning, as he had an express order from the chief of the Martial Alliance to personally attend to Frank, an honor not reserved for many.

However, his staff informed them that there were martial artists causing trouble, which left the manager in a dilemma since he could not just abandon a VIP like Frank.

Still, seeing that the manager was having trouble deciding, Frank shrugged and with a smile, told him to go attend to the trouble he and his friends could look around themselves.

The manager was actually surprised that Frank was so agreeable, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm really sorry about this, Mr. Lawrence. I'll be right back once I sort out the mess."

After conveying his earnest gratitude, the manager headed upstairs with the staff member.

For his part, Frank was not concerned about the disturbance and presumed it to be some disturbance concerning the qualifiers. Instead, he turned and gestured for Scarface, Mona, and Kat to queue up for their turn on the boxing machine.

As Frank himself had the Martial Alliance's recommendation, he did not need to take part.

He took a seat on the bleachers, staring upward at the plasma screen overhead.

Currently, a martial artist named Zac Horne would be taking his turn.

He was a Zamri police officer and a Birthright-ranked elite, and his punch weight almost reached 2,000 pounds, almost reaching the bar set for Ascendant-ranked elites.

Many around him were left gasping and cheering as Zac's biodata was displayed on the plasma screen overhead.

Some of the female martial artists were all ogling as Zac's photo was shown on screen, awestruck.

Zac was himself seated on the bleachers, cutting a lonely figure as he sat without company.

"He's not your average Joe..."

A single look was enough for Frank to see that he was no pushover, and that Scarface would have trouble if they fought.

Ring...

However, while Frank was sneaking looks at Zac, the plasma screen jingled.

He looked up again to see that a

graying elderly man had taken 1

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"Almost 2,600 pounds!"

The martial artists present were left in an uproar when they saw the results screen.

Frank narrowed his eyes as he watched the elderly man leave the boxing machine, clicking his tongue and sighing.

While he was saying stuff like his strength was fading, everyone could see the smugness in his eyes.

"Rok Davoh, Warden of Sunchaser Isle?"

Frank was taken aback when he saw the elderly man's biodata.

While he did not know anything about the Sunchaser Isle, the man's honorifics alone told him about the man's origins.

Rok must be from the south sea, as only members of some factions there had the title of warden!

"Ascendant rank, huh?"

Frank could see the weight class of the old man, and it did not surprise him. In fact, he could tell from the warden's nonchalant expression that he had yet to go all out.

To his shock, once the warden left the field, he headed straight toward Frank's seat. "Hehehe... I'm here to pass a message, Mr. Lawrence."

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