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.

the memorial hall while everyone looked, even standing on top of the crystal casket containing the

them, Elder Fango was the most shocked to see Frank alive and kicking. "That brat is

at Frank, as if to pierce Frank

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 show that he still had the antidote earlier. So

Elder Fango's face just then certainly did not befit the usual haughty appearance he maintained as an elder of the Martial Alliance. "Frank Lawrence?!

his seat too, glaring at Frank in disbelief before turning and seeing the look of

death pill would have

mention that it was an ancient recipe that

it was one less death pill

even after three days, Frank remained perfectly fine, leaving both Stanley and

would I be dead when you're

turn, still tapping his

"You. Come."

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