The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1948

Frank continued, "As promised, I will claim three of the four qualifying berths. Or did you think I'd stop my apprentices from taking part because I'd shy from taking those berths?"

"What?"

Mr. Zoran was left scowling as Frank suddenly brought that up.

It was a hopeless situation, but Frank's nonchalant speech somehow made it look like Mr. Zoran was deliberately holding him back!

In fact, Mr. Zoran was not the only person who was left confused—Heartfar, along with the rest of the audience, was stumped too.

Was that brat really going to let his apprentices fight Heartfar? Was he not just kicking them down to the firepit?!

Moreover, Heartfar was clearly furious judging from his outburst, and things would definitely go bad for the apprentices! Hell, he would probably not want their lap dance at this point!

Nonetheless, Frank flashed a smile at Mr. Zoran just then. "So, Mr. Zoran? Are you doubting me or my apprentices?"

Mr. Zoran gulped, finding it hard to swallow. "Are you serious, Mr. Lawrence?"

"Of course." Frank nodded nonchalantly.

Seeing Frank's confidence, the Riverton martial artists and audience members gasped, while on the Zamri side, everyone who was ready to leave had turned back.

Even if no one believed for a moment that Frank's curious apprentice trio could beat Heartfar, Frank was at least salvaging their dignity.

Still, some of the audience were busy whispering among themselves as they stared at Frank.

"Hey, don't you think that kid looks familiar?"

"Right? I thought so too."

"Where have I seen him before? I honestly can't remember…"

"Oh, well…"

Mr. Zoran sighed and flashed a pained smile just then.

He even eagerly turned toward Heartfar, and they shared a sinister smile.

Then, he announced, "The second round of the Zamri-Riverton joint qualifiers… begins now!"

At his call, Heartfar once again had someone tie up both his hands while leering at Scarface. "Big guy, if you even touch me once—"

Whoosh.

Scarface moved even before Heartfar could finish.

He swung his fist, launching bursts of pure vigor through the air and straight at Heartfar's face.

"Hmph. What an idiot!"

Heartfar snorted—attacks that were that visible could easily be dodged!