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..."

hourglass on the table beside Yosil. "But there's only five

to worry about

pushed himself to stand, picking up the jet

shaking his head. "Fine! You're the most stubborn man I've ever met, but since you want to continue, so be it! Don't think you can blame your death on our heads, because this is all your

left

minutes and no herbs,

going to turn

being stubborn

that Frank had succeeded, because he was feeling very

your knees and kowtow three times, admit that you were at fault, and I'll give you my pill. It won't

further annoyed as Frank

in his fingers. Then, pinching a pile of mud off the ground, he mixed it with the minced mudroot and threw it into