The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1659

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…"

Mole frowned, glancing at the hourglass on the table beside Yosil. "But there's only five minutes left. What are you going to—"

"You don't have to worry about that."

Frank smiled and pushed himself to stand, picking up the jet black mudroot.

Mole appeared resigned at that point, 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 own doing!"

"Not a problem." Frank nodded without hesitation.

His resilient attitude left Kairo annoyed too.

Ira was left raising a brow—what on earth was he doing, making popcorn?

Kairo was taken aback, but he soon laughed so hard that he was shedding tears. "You had to be a healer instead of a chef… what a waste!"

Frank, however, remained unaffected by the diss and surprise.

The Five-Peat Archaeus flowed along both his arms, and with his pure vigor charging it, the cauldron's flames erupted into a blinding pillar of inferno.

"Shaping the pill with flames, charged with pure vigor…"

Yosil shook his head in silence.

It was a viable method, but the pill would not be a pill, as it would be more apt to call it a mudball.

And what good would a mudball do, at all?