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!

Sanne's picture appeared on the giant plasma screen overhead, with the number display rapidly

a jingle as the numbers

"What?!"

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

had to note that Sanne was just a Birthright-ranked elite and a woman-who usually

weight reached a number that would pass

might of Thousand Isle

"Ridiculous."

themselves

being in the center

in terms of strength-perhaps thanks to her pudgy stature. Even Tijil was nodding

brat was absolutely stupid, but her gift as a

turned to level a look of contempt

and called

but she had just reached the Birthright rank, and physical

a poor match against Mona, which was why

being just

horrific appetite was no laughing matter, and she was already a Birthright-ranked elite