The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1921

After a brief silence, Ivo ultimately sighed and bowed to Frank, as well as to every other martial artist present. "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm afraid Thousand Isles Guild has made a mistake—"

"What are you talking about?!" Sanne snapped at him right then. "Mistake?! Me?! It's that man and that brat who made a mistake! They—"

"Silence!"

Tijil, who stood behind Ivo, shot Sanne a vicious glare, silencing her.

He then muttered under his breath and shook his head. "What an idiot…"

Namik was his close friend and a shrewd man. How on earth did he end up with such a foolish daughter?

Talent had really skipped a generation there—she was a total disgrace to her father's name!

"Ahem…"

Ivo cleared his throat as if he had never heard Sanne and continued, "Since everyone is here to take part in the Martial Tournament anyway, why don't we stick to that format to settle our dispute?"

Frank was actually interested. "Stick to the format, you say?"

"Exactly."

Seeing that Frank was taking the bait, Ivo quickly explained, "We will each send our best participant for this test of strength. And if we win, you'll apologize to Ms. Dali, and we'll let this slide."

"And what if I win?" Frank smiled in turn.

"If you win…?" Ivo did a double take, since he had never considered that possibility.

Tijil, his godfather, was one of the strongest Ascendant-ranked elites in Thousand Isles Guild.

As such, she strode up and spoke very slowly with immeasurable confidence, "If you win, I'll kowtow to you!"

While every other martial artist was stunned by Sanne's wager, Frank held up a hand, stopping her.

"That's unnecessary," he said, looking at her solemnly. "But you'll kowtow and apologize to the martial artist you murdered and compensate his family accordingly. How about that?"

"Hmph! Trying to make yourself look good? Fine!" Sanne agreed to it before Ivo could speak, convinced that Frank was not going to win.

Even Tijil, seeing how recklessly Sanne was in agreeing to Frank's wager, was not all that upset about it. Instead, he was just shaking his head exasperatedly.

Either way, no one in their group—or even the other martial artists taking part in the qualifier—believed that Frank stood a chance.

All of them were convinced that the wager Frank had suggested was just to curry their favor and that he actually stood no chance.