Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 59

The gate was operated by a remote control, which Mr. Frank had already pressed before his curiosity got the better of him. Before he could react further, the car was already driving onto the campus.

Mr. Frank stared at the silver car’s receding rear, bewildered.

Wait, how does that girl know to call me Mr. Frank? And she said it so naturally!

He replayed the image of the girl in his mind. She was stunningly beautiful… but there was something else. The more he thought about it, the more familiar she seemed. It was as if he had seen her before, and not just in passing.

Mr. Frank took off his security cap and scratched his shiny, bald head.

Where have I seen her? Why can’t I remember? Is she a celebrity?

After wracking his brain for a while, he still couldn’t place her. He put his cap back on, frowning. “Good heavens! Am I getting old-timer’s disease already?”

“Mr. Frank is still working as a security guard at the school!” Marguerite said, surprised. The security at Pinecrest was a 24-hour operation, so they worked in shifts. She hadn’t seen him when she came with Anna last time.

Mr. Frank had been a well-known figure at Pinecrest back in the day, mainly because of his intimidating bald head. Some troublemakers who came looking for a fight would take one look at him without his cap and run for the hills. But in reality, he was a man with a strong sense of justice.

Eleven years later, he didn’t seem as fierce as he used to.

George nodded. “Yes, he’s always been here. He was the one who reported the principal from our year for having an affair.”

Marguerite couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s our Mr. Frank! Forever young, forever righteous!” She had wanted to say a proper hello, but George had stepped on the gas and driven in before she had the chance.

The car pulled into a parking spot near the gymnasium. Marguerite got out, shielding her eyes from the bright sun. A moment later, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see a sun umbrella held over her head.

“Is there anything you don’t have in this car?” she asked, amazed. It was like a real-life Doraemon’s pocket.

At a red light, Joshua saw the message from Joseph. He looked at the navigation app, which showed he was just a short distance away. His heart began to pound faster.

The thought of it had consumed him all night, and he hadn’t even been in the mood for Hannah. He had made an excuse this morning and flown back to Northpine alone. He had been driving straight from the airport.

He had put on a hat and a mask; no one would recognize him. He just had to confirm if it was really her. The whole thing was so surreal, he couldn’t resist the urge to find out for himself.

[I’m almost there!]

His foot pressed down on the accelerator, his impatience growing. The car sped forward.

Suddenly, he saw a car in the next lane swerve violently toward him.