The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 1922

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!

appeared on the giant plasma screen overhead, with

was a jingle as the numbers

"What?!"

the number. However, even as they rubbed their eyes, they soon realized that there was no mistake the punch was worth 3,196

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

ridiculous that her punch weight reached

might of Thousand Isle Guild?

"Ridiculous."

among themselves and now regarded Sanne with

in the center of

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

brat was absolutely stupid, but her gift as a

to level a look of contempt

calmly and

reached the Birthright rank, and physical

a poor match against Mona, which

being just as

was no laughing matter, and