The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Despite everyone's effort to tell Frank to concede, he breathed a long sigh and turned toward Mole. "Why is that so? I haven't given up yet." "Huh?!"

Mole was left frowning, as Frank was still being stubborn even now. "Understand your position! I'm telling you to forfeit so that you won't die senselessly-I'd rather not have your death tarnish our reputation, even if this is your own fault." Suddenly remembering how Frank drank the entire cauldron of poison, Mole smirked at him.

His miserable state now was certainly hilarious!

That was when Frank said, "I don't need you to worry about my life."

His calm words jolted Mole out of his thoughts, and he was left staring at Frank in shock. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Of course not."

Frank looked at him confidently. "But the trial isn't over yet, is it?"

"No..."

the table beside Yosil. "But there's

don't have to worry

pushed himself to stand, picking up the

want to continue, so be it! Don't think you can blame your death on our heads, because this

resilient attitude left Kairo annoyed

less than five minutes and no herbs, and even his

was he going to turn

being stubborn just to

had to admit that Frank had succeeded, because

"Get down on your knees and kowtow three times, admit that you were at fault, and I'll give

he was left further annoyed as

can't use the cauldron..." Frank muttered to himself, and as everyone watched, he crushed the mudroots in his fingers. Then, pinching a pile of mud off the ground, he mixed it with the minced mudroot and threw it into the