The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2589

Drea shrugged. "I may have a different allegiance, but Skyhill School is quite lax and doesn't sweat the small stuff. Since I have a reason for doing this, I'm sure they'd understand."

She was used to doing whatever she liked and clearly did not care for her school's rules.

"Very well." Frank nodded and pointed at Jada. "You're with her from now on."

"Alright!"

Drea approached Jada. "I'm Drea Garad. What should I call you?"

"I'm Jada Turin. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Turin!"

They just exchanged greetings when the engine of a semi rumbled in the distance, and they turned to find it streaking toward them!

Faust raised his hand to stop it with his powers, but failed.

Frank smiled and stopped it by merely glancing its way—it did not even move an inch from inertia as it froze, as if it was never moving!

Faust exclaimed, "That's the chief of Mystic Sky Guild for you! My mentor was right—we're all less than third-rate to you. You really are peerless!"

Frank smiled but said nothing.

At the same time, a tall woman in her thirties alighted from the semi, looking sharp with her leather jacket and whip.

"Is she one of those S&M ladies?" Drea asked, mocking her without holding back as she was shocked by the woman's get up.

When it landed, it was its normal size again, with blood gushing out of its jaw, barely alive.

"H-How did you do that?!" the woman could hardly believe what she saw.

White Tiger Hall was no big deal, but their tigers were strong. Even if they could not realistically win all the time, there was no way they would be defeated so easily!

"Time to talk! Where's White Tiger Hall?" Frank demanded.

Seeing that Frank was annoyed, the woman smirked. "I'd advise you to stay away. It's easy when you're just fighting one—you stand no chance against them in numbers. You should be fleeing Shagan as we speak!"

Jada smiled in wry amusement. "Quit yapping already. None of you are going to scare my master, so tell him everything now, or I'll make you!"

The woman raised a brow. "He's strong, so he can say whatever he likes—but who do you think you are? Since when have weaklings been allowed to run their mouths before the strong?"