Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 105

Lunar! Lunar!! His sister was Lunar!!!

"Uh, here's the thing, sir," the agent from Cybernetic Shadows said hesitantly, breaking the deafening silence on Jimmie's end. "We did come across Lunar's file during our initial investigation and noted the resemblance to you. But since you had already met her twice in person, we assumed you would have recognized her if she was the one, so we never made the connection."

Met her? Jimmie's entire body began to tremble, the blood draining from his face.

Yes, he had met her twice. The first time, Rachel brought her to the company, proposing her as the choreographer and star for the MV. The girl had accidentally knocked over the photo frame of his 'sister,' and he had coldly yelled at her to get out.

The second time, thinking she was merely his sister's idol, he had crudely tried to throw money at her.

He'd had two chances to see her, to truly look at his sister's face and recognize her. But what had he done? What kind of monster had he been?

"Mr. Tate, we haven't collected a DNA sample yet, but please take a look at this photo for now." The agent sent an image to his phone.

Jimmie's fingers tightened. After taking a long, deep breath to steady himself, he shakily tapped the image open. The moment he saw his sister's face, he felt the blood reverse in his veins. A void in his mind was suddenly filled, and the floodgates of his memory burst open.

"Bro, bro..."

"I love my bro the most... I want a hug..."

"Waaah, I want candy, bro, buy me candy..."

The raw, unhinged shout nearly made Rachel drop her phone. She had seen Jimmie angry before, but never like this, never so utterly out of control. What on earth was happening?

"She's at the studio," Rachel relented, sensing this was serious. "Jimmie, what do you need her for?"

Jimmie didn't answer. The words 'at the studio' were all that registered. He was less than ten minutes away. He would see his sister soon.

What would he say? Would she hate him for how he'd treated her?

The more he thought, the more his heart ached, and he wished he could turn back time and slap himself for his blindness.