The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Hiring a vigor wielder would cost upward of several hundred grand.

Going up and one would have the Birthright rank, which cost millions.

On the other hand, it was basically impossible to hire Ascendant-ranked elites as they would not be in need of money, and most would have other assignments issued by the Martial Alliance.

Naturally, one could offer a huge sum on a bounty, hence hiring a martial artist on a short-term contract.

It was the livelihood for most martial artists—indeed, that was what Glen Turnbull did when his family had last faced a crisis, recruiting martial artists from different schools and sects.

After around half an hour, Frank arrived alone at the Zamri branch of the Martial Alliance.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Like the branch of any major company, the Zamri branch of the Martial Alliance was a grand office building, having a modern interior as well.

The glass walls and the floors were bright and squeaky clean like that of major banks, and there were receptionists and staff just like any modern office.

While there usually were not many around, this branch office was overcrowded that day, with martial artists keen to register for the martial tournament.

Naturally, Frank was one of them, quietly walking up to the queue management system to take a number.

However, he had a bad feeling when he saw that his number was 863.

Looking up, he was left smiling wryly as the electronic board overhead said 156.

There were that many registrants here in Zamri? But he had not come across many martial artists here...

Nheless, it would be eons until he got his turn.

Even as Frank fiddled with his number and wondered if he should register some other day, there was a sudden ruckus at the entrance.

"Eh?"

Frank turned to find a group of men-in-black working hard to clear a path.

Soon, a scowling woman in red

strode through the path cleared,

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frowning at the crowd around her as she pursed her lips and scoffed. "They really let just anyone in here, huh? Guess there really is a lack of tatent in Zamri."

The crowd was already upset with her showing up and her bodyguards clearing a path, and her mockery naturally left a few people snapping at her angrily.

"Just anyone, you say? Well, who do you think you are?!"

"Exactly! Don't think we won't hurt you just because you have the looks!"

The woman appeared surprised by the shouts of disapproval but laughed as if it was a joke, shaking her head. "Oh, you don't know who I am? I guess there's only scum around here... and who do you think you are to lecture me?!"

Everyone was turned to stare at her at her outburst.

While most did not recognize her, the faces of some martial artists fell right then.

"Phoenix Ardron of Cloudnine Sect?!"

"What?! That's her?!"

"But isn't she from Hoxton? Why did she come all the way here from Zamri?"

"Yeah, don't most participants register in their local branch?"

Phoenix giggled at the other martial artists' wary discussion, feeling like she had salvaged some dignity. "Foolishness. The strength of each

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Cloudnine Sect apprentice is nothing maggots like you can compare to."

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