The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"That's right. I don't die that easily!"

A voice boomed, and a towering figure opened the thirty-foot tall doors of the memorial hall as he strode in. Naturally, it was none other than Frank, who had rushed to the memorial hall from the slums of South Zamri. "Huh?!" "What?!"

Everyone watched in astonishment as Frank strode down the center of the hall toward the crystal casket at the center.

His cheeks were flushed, his expression nonchalant. He definitely looked sharp in his suit on top of that-a far cry from his miserable self just a few days ago. Smirking, he strode atop the crystal coffin with a faint smile as he looked around at the guests gaping at him.

"H-He's not dead?!"

"Is he starting an uprising here?!"

"The insolence!"

His pompousness certainly left the hall in an uproar.

alive, but he strode into the memorial hall while everyone looked, even standing on

of all of them, Elder Fango was the most shocked to see

Frank, as if to pierce Frank with

he had given Frank three days ago was the real thing-Frank was definitely supposed to die in three days, and Stanley had even made a point to

did not befit the usual haughty appearance he maintained as an elder

glaring at Frank in disbelief before turning and seeing the look of concussion on

death pill would have

an Ascendant-ranked elite, not to mention that it was an ancient recipe that had been passed down directly between members

was one less death

perfectly fine, leaving both Stanley and Elder

would I be dead

turn, still tapping his feet all over the crystal

"You. Come."

Frank beckoned at a propman from the stage, whipping out and passing him the USB stick while asking calmly, "You can play a video file on