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.

but he strode into the memorial hall while everyone looked, even standing on top of the crystal casket containing the

of them, Elder Fango was the most shocked to

Frank, as if

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 how

face just then certainly did not befit the usual haughty appearance he maintained

in disbelief before turning and seeing the look of concussion on

would

mention that it was an ancient recipe that had been passed down directly between members of the Martial

it was one less death

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

be dead

in turn, still tapping his

"You. Come."

propman from the stage, whipping out and passing him the USB stick while asking calmly, "You