Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1900

Jenna looked at him, pressing her lips together but staying silent. For the next few days, she was as quiet as a mouse, not saying a word to him. Adler often found himself watching her from the sidelines.

Jenna was a powerhouse, channeling all her energy into training. She could kick a training post thousands of times a day without breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, Adler was more laid-back, often sneaking glances at Jenna working out under the sun.

"How does she keep going like that? Doesn't she ever get bored?" Adler mused aloud. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Weren't girls supposed to be into dolls and dresses?

But Jenna was a different breed. She'd chopped off her long locks for a neat, short haircut and dedicated herself to training relentlessly. She was kicking those posts both awake and in her dreams.

Lennon watched from a distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "That girl has way more drive than you," he remarked.

"Really? I'm here every day too," Adler countered.

"Yeah, here for the free lunch," Lennon teased, giving Adler a playful smack on the back of the head.

Adler winced, gasping, "Easy there, Grandpa!"

"Don't think I don't know you call me 'old man' behind my back."

"You're my

watched Jenna and said, "That girl works hard.

she's so tiny and barely trained! Plus, how could a

look and chuckled,

help but

reless dedication. Herr

strong,

the

her age

spar for the two

of it.

Jenna was all business, eyes blazing with

way a girl can beat a guy!" he

kicks aimed right

to prove Jenna couldn't beat him even if she trained forever. But then, he remembered her

her tireless training over

year.