The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1333



It was frustrating, but Walter could understand.

Jaden's fame had lasted for quite a while, as he had been a young prodigy who had been fawned over since a child.

As the heir to the Favonis, his innate talent for martial arts had shone, and he was once picked as the chief of the Martial Alliance provisionally.

His fame alone was enough to intimidate anyone-who would ever dare stand against such a man?

If the Ehud Lionheart, the Demon of Volsung Sect, never came to prominence seemingly out of nowhere, Jaden would definitely be the youngest Ascendant rank in Draconia's history.

Anyone privy to such information and aware of Jaden's background would definitely not favor Frank.

Even those around him think it would be forcing it, since Jaden was on a completely different level.

After all, Frank had always kept a low profile and had not much fame to speak of.

And following days of the Favonis and the Bearsons hyping up Jaden while slandering Frank as a cheater, no one was supporting Frank at all.

That was why even the on-site bookies were not offering bets on Frank-it was as humiliating as it was reality.

Even among the three most popular bets, the odds of Frank going down in ten strikes was the lowest, while the odds of him going down in a hundred was the highest. Basically no one was betting that Frank would win.

After some thought, Walter cleared his throat. "Well, since no one is making that bet, I shall be the first. Five million on the mysterious martial elite to win!"

Hearing him, the other spectators and bigwigs turned toward him, staring blankly in shock before whispering among themselves.

"Does he suffer from some sort of brain damage?"

"Yeah... Five million going to waste, just like that."

"Hmph. At least our odds have improved with his bet. It's good for us."

"Yes, yes, exactly."

Susan heard them and threw a punch on her husband's chest in embarrassment. "What are you doing, Walter?! That's not how you waste money even if you have plenty of it!"

Walter pursed his lips and shook his head. "We're with Frank. Who would

believe in him if not us? Eve would

if he loses and I lose my five mil,

gesture to show where I stand."

Susan sighed at his words. "Let's hope that brat understands your sincerity!"

"Hehe... Come on now. What if he wins?"

Walter put a hand around her shoulder. "Wouldn't we be making a killing if Frank wins?"

"Bullshit."

Susan snorted, but it was clear that even they did not expect Frank to win-the money was basically spent as a gesture of loyalty.

"Hmmm? Is that you, Walter Turnbull?"

A balding middle-aged man arrived just then, surrounded by bodyguards and exclaiming in surprise when he saw Walter. "Oh, Mr. Pearce!"C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Walter turned and promptly got up to greet the man. "What brings you here?"

"Haha!" Gene laughed. "The whole

world knows that someone threw

down the gauntlet to my brother

from another mother. I have to

come show him support!"

Susan and Walter were left trading glances. "Your brother...? Do you mean...?"

"Hehe. It hasn't been that long since I've met Mr. Lawrence, and relatively speaking, you'd both have seniority over me!" Gene joked.


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