The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2595

As Frank took Faust's phone, he asked, "Sup, kiddo?"

Faust smiled in wry amusement—Frank had to be the only person who dared to address Zark so casually.

On the other end, Zark asked, "Do you have time tomorrow, chief? You remember our agreement before, I take it?"

"Of course. Where shall we meet?"

Zark gave him the address, and Frank returned Faust's phone. "Let's go. That can wait until tomorrow."

"Alright!"

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Soon, they returned to the homestay cottage, and Alda Ingram was clapping when she saw Frank bringing in two more women. "That's Mr. Frankton for you—he only becomes even more enigmatic."

"Indeed, us mortals would have to transcend beyond clothing to see through him." Drea was always affable and quickly joked with Alda.

On the other hand, the Lady of White Tiger Hall was shy and kept her head lowered in silence.

"You should take a bath," Alda suggested. "We can't see your face, but your gait already tells us that you're beautiful."

The woman nodded and took a bath without another word.

When she stepped out, she really was as beautiful as Alda suggested, and her smile was all the more captivating!

"You're beautiful, girl!" Alda was at once worshipful and pressed since the woman was silent, "What's your name?"

"J-Just call me Aldarin. I'd rather not use my old name."

"Nice to meet you, Aldarin. I guess we're both Alda's!"

Nearby, Frank smiled in wry amusement—that was really forced!

That was when he heard a strange sound, and a shadow entered the room.

Frank noticed it while it thought itself undetected, and even before it could reach Frank's shadow, Frank strode up, stamping it.

It was nighttime, so there were no other cars on the road, and he was soon past hundred miles per hour.

Even so, Frank stayed on him, not falling behind at all!

What the heck? Forget flying—it was the breakneck speed in which he moved! Was he even human?!

While the driver was wondering how he should shake Frank off, he suddenly kicked his way into the seat next to him, sliding smoothly inside to ride shotgun.

Leaning against the door, he asked, "Do you understand the gap between us now?"

The driver was speechless.

He had met other martial elites, but in the end, they had only trained a few more years than him at best. In a real fight, their win was not assured.

But Frank was different. He felt like a mountain, never budging an inch no matter what the driver would do!

After a long silence, the man asked, "W-Why aren't you doing anything?"