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"Is there anyone else…?"
With most of the eligible men already eliminated, one of the mature ladies gritting her teeth by the side had no choice but to reluctantly step up. "I'll come."
Emilia blinked. "A bit mature for my taste, and it looks like you're already married, given how you screamed hubby when I flipped over that guy a few minutes ago? But… fine." She grinned mischievously. "You must be really confident, huh? If you can really defeat me, I don't mind marrying you as a mistress."
The woman challenging her almost popped a vein, but thinking about the fate of those who scolded this girl before, she didn't dare to voice her thoughts. If their miserable groans were anything to go by, even if the 'flipping' appeared to be the same, the pain they went through was completely different from the normal challengers.
It wouldn't be funny if she got her spine snapped or something because of a moment of impulsiveness, right?