The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1892

Hence, with a little soul-searching, Frank lightened up considerably, especially since Vicky Turnbull was kissing him repeatedly after he returned her family's spiritron vein.

His trip to Bralog was certainly fruitful after getting Titus Lionheart's Celestial Dew as well. That was one of the main ingredients to refine the immoral pill, and Frank could now consider how he should gather the other four. If he did manage to make the pill and consume it, he could well strut in Draconia.

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Just after a couple of days back in Zamri, and as Frank was starting to relax, news broke from Morhen that the Martial Alliance would soon hold the Fifth Draconian Martial Tournament. "Martial tournament?"

Frank was reclining on a pool lounger by the outdoor swimming pool, taking off his shades to level a puzzled stare at Vicky, who had told him about it. "Why would you care?" After all, Vicky was the heiress to one of Morhen's Four Families and a dynasty of businesspeople. Why would she be interested in a competition among martial artists? "Why wouldn't I care?"

Vicky was wearing an alluring black bikini that accentuated the body figure she was so proud of.

She rolled her eyes, grumbling as she dropped to a crouch beside Frank's chair. "I'm a martial artist too, aren't I?"

"So you're taking part?" Frank asked, while taking the occasional peek at the marvel before him.

His sneaky looks left Kat Yego snorting in disdain nearby in her one-piece swimsuit.

Nonetheless, Vicky smiled and poked Frank's cheek with one finger. "You're taking part, not me." "Me?"

Frank did a double take and waved her off. "Not interested. The Martial Alliance is just trying to

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t some

lapdogs with the tournament, and that's not a job I want."

"Is that so?"

Seeing that Frank was not interested, Vicky stood up and moved to straddle Frank, lightly gyrating her hips while giggling. "What if told you that the reward for first place is a wish granted by the President of Draconia, and that you don't have to join the Martial Alliance?"

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The position was certainly compromising, and Kat was gaping at them, flushed as she pointed at Frank and snapped, "A-And in broad daylight?! Don't you feel embarrassed?!" "Embarrassed?"

Vicky giggled but did not move away. "We're in a hotel. And forget the pool-I have the entire hotel booked, and there's no one else watching."

"I-I'm watching!" Kat cried, covering her eyes.

"But you're welcome to watch-or would you like to join us?" Vicky asked, flashing a mischievous grin.

"What? Hehe... that's not good, is it?"

"Ahem..."

Frank cleared his throat to calm himself, as he was sweating down his brow as Kat was suddenly switching gears from prude to accomplice instantly.

It was fortunate that he was strong in will, stopping the fire blazing in his loins so that he did not make a fool of himself.

Pushing Vicky away and trying his

best to look away from her fair cleavage, he said, "You must have a

reason for asking me to take part in the martial tournament. So what is it?"