Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 595

He sighed. If it made her happy, it was okay to indulge her occasionally.

"It's still early. I'll take you to the training facility," Shanley said, opening a water bottle and holding it for Juniper. "We can check on how your sister's training is going."

"Okay." Juniper wanted to see her anyway, so she readily agreed.

...

Half an hour later, the sports car pulled up to the base. Shanley led Juniper toward the training grounds.

As they approached the entrance, they heard a trainee's lazy, disrespectful voice.

"We've never learned this move you're teaching. It seems a little… soft. Maybe not suitable for men."

"Reporting, instructor. I agree," another trainee chimed in, his tone defiant. "We're used to male instructors."

Ebony Fox stood nearby, her face pale with anger.

"What's going on?" Shanley stopped and asked a man standing nearby.

"Sir," the man said, bowing his head respectfully. "These men were all handpicked from various elite special forces units. It seems they're not pleased that their instructor is a woman."

In their world, men were stronger than women. Male special forces soldiers were common; female ones were not. These men were the best of the best, forged through layers of brutal selection and training. They had been excited to hear their instructor was from the renowned Huntsman Institute, but their enthusiasm vanished when they saw she was a young woman. As a result, these 'elites' had been insubordinate, refusing to cooperate with Ebony Fox's training.

"Follow my method and my pace," Ebony Fox ordered, her voice tight. She was dressed in military-green fatigues, a belt cinching her waist, and her pant legs tucked into brown combat boots, which accentuated her long, lean figure.

"Let's settle this," Ebony Fox said, taking off her hat and gloves and rolling up her sleeves. "One at a time, or all at once?"

All at once? These men were top-tier special forces soldiers from their country. Even if she was from the Huntsman Institute, asking if they wanted to fight her all at once was a blatant insult.

"We can fight, but let's be clear on the terms," one of the trainees stepped forward, his expression serious. "If we win, we have the right to request a new instructor."

"And if you lose?" Ebony Fox asked, taking a sip of water.

"We'll eat crow and follow your every order!"

"Fine." A smirk played on Ebony Fox's lips.