The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"It's alright," Jade reasoned. "Luna has cause to say it-Jaden is the second best martial artist across the east coast. Frank might not stand a chance no matter how good he is."

"We'll never know," Gavin countered, rearing his chin proudly. "Helen's husband has always performed miracles, and we should back him up as family. Even if he loses, we should do our best to protect him too."

"Indeed..."

Mark nodded and smiled, stroking his beard. "He already honors our family by stepping into that ring.

Aside from the Southstream Lanes, Walter Turnbull and his wife had arrived too.

Susan Redford looked around for her daughter but could not see any sign of her. "Walter, why isn't Vicky here yet?"

"What are you getting excited about? Even Frank isn't here."

Walter was calm, but there was a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

Despite his unease, he assured his wife nonetheless, "Don't worry-I have orders from Glen. We don't have to do a thing if the duel goes fairly, but we will step up if Jaden Fairfax insists on killing Frank. He'd never dare challenge us Turnbulls."

Susan snorted. "I just don't want my daughter's fiance to die before she gets married."

The worry in her eyes showed despite her sarcasm, and she was even more upset as she watched the crowd below jostling around to make bets.

"It's the fight of the century!" a bookie was shouting. "Taking odds right now, for Jaden Favoni to slay the mysterious martial elite who took down thirty Favoni martial artists in an instant!"

"What the hell?" Susan grumbled. "Forget selling tickets for seats in a public space-they're now taking bets?"

Walter sighed "The Favonis aren't

about to let stip a chance to hype up the fight. If I'm not mistaken, if they

would

win this duel, their reputation t

rise to the next level, and they might even extend their influence into Zamri."

"Why, sir! You certainly have great insight!"

One of the bookies just happened to overhear Walter and could tell right away from his and Susan's tailored clothes that they would not miss the money.

Getting an idea right then, he asked charmingly, "Well, why don't you make a bet too? You'd make a fortune betting on the mysterious martial elite!" Susan snorted and ignored the bookie.

On the other hand, Walter thought about it and whipped out a check book from his chest pocket. Writing down two million dollars on it nonchalantly, he passed it to the bookie and said, "I'm bettingon the mysterious martial elite."

"What?"

It was not just the bookie-even the spectators sitting around them were shocked.

"Pfft.."

After a rather long period of stunned silence, someone snickered before bursting into laughter, with others quickly doing the same. "Oh... Hehe..."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The bookie appeared embarrassed and quickly explained, "Sir, the three most popular bets are Jaden Favoni winning in ten strikes, fifty strikes, or a hundred strikes... No one is betting on the mysterious martial elite at all

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Walter was left stumped-so not only was no one betting on Frank at all, they were betting on how quick he would go down?!

Even the bets were such a clear attempt at bullying!