The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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"Just you wait. This isn't over yet!" Scar bellowed as he struggled to his feet and ran with his thugs down the hill. Sylvie simply laughed as she yelled after them, "I'm waiting right here! Don't go back on your word now!"

Beneath the hill, Scar ran up to a big man, exclaiming, "Ifor! Someone up there beat us up. Do what you will!" Ifor Stam chuckled coolly. "You deserved it. Who would attack you if we weren't stealing their stuff?" Scar was incensed. "You want to get hit, huh?!"

Ifor snorted, undaunted. "I'm not afraid of you like the others are or have you forgotten how you got that scar? You keep bragging that you got that from another man, when in reality, you're so weak that you can't even cut poultry and hurt yourself!" Everyone was taken aback and soon laughed themselves silly.

Scar was naturally even more furious, being exposed and belittled on top of that. "It's not just us-those people will brag about beating our village! And what, you're now a migrant or something?" Ifor was starting to get annoyed at that. "Don't you dare!"

"Oh, but I do!" Scar scoffed. "You're always bragging to everyone that you're the boss of our village! Why don't you prove it by getting payback for a fellow villager and defending our honor?!"

Ifor was too inexperienced to see

past Scar's goading, and as his temper flared, he barked, "Come with me if you're from our village!

Let's see who dares strut on our

turf

Soon, the group reached Frank, and Ifor pointed at him as he snapped, "You're the one who was messing with our village?!"

At the same time, he was left wondering-how did one man and one woman floor Scar's gang?!

"Oh, just stop already."

Sylvie smiled in wry amusement.

"We don't even know the name of your village-how could we have shown disrespect? It's that scarred face over there causing trouble, no?"

And seeing that he was being exposed, Scar quickly changed the subject. "Shut up! Weren't you being so full of yourself just a second ago? What, cat got your tongue? Come fight us directly if you can! Our village chief isn't scared of you!"

"Sure, come on. I'll play with you!" Sylvie chuckled, hooking a finger.

"I won't hit a woman or bully others with numbers." Ifor shook his head and pointed at Frank. "You, get over here. We'll fight!"

Frank sighed, wondering how that kid had survived until now, what with the way he was so easily tricked. "Just leave already. You're no match for me." "What?"

"Why don't you take a look in the mirror, kid? Hollering at us? You were hiding behind the lady the whole time we were fighting before!"

While Scar and the others were bemused, Ifor spat, "How feckless! I hate feckless men like you, so cut the crap and fight, or I'll make it painful!"