บททั้งหมดของ The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: บทที่ 1641 - บทที่ 1650

The key members and executives of the Yimmel family were scowling visibly at Frank's words.There were those among them who did not fear death, but they were few and far between as most did.And right now, not only had they lost all their leverage, but Frank was also clearly impervious to their threats.That was why the key members and executives of the Yimmel family were really, really afraid—two among them were a direct display of what would happen if they defied Frank.Worst of all, Frank only offered them two options.They would all die here with absolute certainty, as Frank had proven himself merciless. Or they could accept Frank's offer to become vassals of the Lane family, a choice that would leave them ashamed.After all, they had come confidently, led by their matriarch, to take over the Lane family and Lanecorp.And yet, if they returned to Bralog now, they would be exposed if anyone asked, for not only did they fail to conquer the Lane family and Lanecorp, but they

With the Yimmel leadership surrendering, the feud between the Lane family, which Hardy Xinder instigated, came to a close.Naturally, no one could have seen that despite the Yimmels coming to conquer, they were devoured by the Lane family instead.Still, the incident was kept under wraps—only members of either families were aware.Given the Yimmel family's scale, there was plenty of internal dissent, but Yora used whatever authority she had left to repress it.The rest of the family did not know why either, but they ultimately submitted to the Lane family due to pressure.As for the Lane family, despite the celebrations that they turned the tables against the Yimmels, there was a gloom that hung over their heads—Mark Lane.He was certainly not celebrating with the rest of the family, having been poisoned and left in a coma.While Helen had accomplished a major feat and became the head of the Lane family in no uncertain terms now, Mark remained the family's symbol and source of s

Fleur's death meant Frank had no other choice.While he had hoped to find the antidote from Fleur before, that hope had now gone up in smoke.And since he burned down Baba Yaga's clinic before, he could not pin his hopes on anyone else.He tried asking Yora Yimmel too, but she had nothing either, as the Rigor Pneuma was delivered straight to Fleur Lang from Baba Yaga through Borc Zomer.And Borc had long since killed himself, ingesting a poison tablet hidden in his molar after Jade Zahn tortured him horrifically.With all the other options out, Frank could only go to Kornac's Keep as Abel had suggested to save Mark's life.-After a few days of rest and preparation, Frank drove to Norsedam.Kornac's Keep was not particularly famous on the east coast, let alone Draconia, but they certainly held a strong reputation locally.In fact, on the day of the trials and Frank arrived at the gates, he was surprised by the crowds he was seeing.They were on the edge of Norsedam, at the ve

"Also, the participant who takes first place may name a wish—Kornac's Keep will grant it, as long as it's within our power to grant it."As Mole Cricks—the black-robed elder—finished, he turned to look at another white-haired elder who walked casually out of the keep and sat on an armchair placed beneath the signboard.He nodded, and Mole continued, "Then, let's not drag our feet. The first trial starts now!"At this announcement, over a dozen apprentices carried a giant cauldron filled with a herbal soup with a weird scent, placing it in the middle of the crowd.Mole then explained, "Everyone will have a chance to taste this soup. You will then list down the ingredients used and its purpose on the piece of paper given to you."As soon as he finished, the crowd was pushing their way toward the giant cauldron eagerly, dipping into it with the spatulas prepared for them and sipping the soup.Yosil Darman—the white-haired elder who was seated on the armchair—stroked his beard and sm

In reality, what Frank was doing was clown behavior to Kairo and the other Draconian traditional medicine apprentices.. After all, he did not even know the basic idea of when a soup's effects were best and was instead trying to show off.It was embarrassing, and Kairo was quietly shaking his head—he had certainly misjudged Frank by thinking earlier that he was skilled.Mole Cricks—the black-robed elder—did not hold out much hope for Frank either.Anyone skilled enough would know not to wait until the soup was cold, let alone wait until last because it would affect identification.In fact, those who came to try the soup just before Frank were just here to take part for the sake of doing so, and they could barely identify a couple of the herbs used.That was why Mole was not even interested in what Frank could do and actually only wanted it to be over with.Still, the crowd was soon left staring in surprise as Frank did not taste the soup.Instead, he merely leaned into the caul