The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Escorted by a procession, the lady in white strode toward the edge of the lake.

Everyone had turned toward her when they heard her laughter and froze up right then.

"L-Lady Silverbell..."

Stanwick turned rigid when he saw her too, and he dropped on the floating platform with a thud.

He stared blankly at the lady, panic written all over his face.

"Lady Silverbell!"

Upon seeing Stanwick's dramatic reaction, the martial artists and audience members—be it from Zamri from Riverton-were all bowing their heads in salutation.

"At ease."

It was indeed Silverbell in the flesh, and the crowd's collective salutation truly enlightened Frank to the authority she commanded as the chief of the Martial Alliance.

Over a thousand people were greeting and bowing at her, a seemingly frail woman. None of them would dare question her strength or the official ties she had.

And right now, her visage was cool as she stared at Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker, don't you think I have the right to investigate you?" Even the bloodlust in her eyes was palpable.

"I, uh..."

Stanwick was left stammering for the longest time but somehow could not manage a single coherent sentence.

Soon, he was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive me, Lady Silverbell!"

The crowd was actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic.

However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy, as she had a vague feeling that he was not merely breaking the rules.

"Go on, tell us who put you up to

this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument to harass Zamri martial artists!

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Stanwick looked up at her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's not like I won't tell you, Lady Silverbell, but—"

"But what?" Silverbell snapped,

drawing her sword with an audible

swish and aiming it squarely at

Stanwick's throat. "Don't push me, or I will execute you here summarily!"

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Stanwick was left trembling, but he looked around at the audience around him awkwardly. "I-I'll tell you, but..."

Seeing that he clearly could not say it in front of so many, Silverbell snorted as she airwalked over the surface of the look.

Her poise and technique left all the

martial artists and audience

members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief of the Martial Alliance

She glanced at Heartfar, who was still lying on his side and clutching his groin, and then at Frank with a strange look.

Then, turning to Stanwick, she said, "You may speak now."

At this proximity, no one could overhear their exchange.

"Someone put me up to it, Lady Silverbell "

"Who was it?" Silverbell pressed, narrowing her eyes.

"It's..." Stanwick paused and suddenly bellowed, "Die!"

He suddenly whipped out a short blade from his back and lurched toward Silverbell's fair neck that was inches away!