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!

boom, and Sanne's picture appeared on the giant plasma screen overhead, with the number display rapidly increasing beside it.

as the numbers soon stopped, stopping at

"What?!"

artists thought they were seeing things when they saw the number. However, even as they rubbed their eyes, they soon realized that there was no mistake the punch was worth

elite and a woman-who usually lacked

that her punch weight reached a number that would pass even an Ascendant-ranked

of Thousand Isle Guild? It's

"Ridiculous."

martial artists were all busy talking among themselves and now regarded Sanne

certainly enjoyed being in the center

by her male peers in terms of strength-perhaps thanks to her

brat was absolutely stupid, but her

to level a look of contempt

and called out,

but she had just reached the Birthright

such, she would be a poor match against Mona, which was why Frank picked

being just as scrawny

no laughing matter, and she