Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 106

"Hello? Say something!" Rachel pleaded into the silence, hearing only Jimmie's ragged breathing on the other end. It sounded like he was on the verge of exploding. This had to be about his 'faceless' sister again. Only she could drive him to this level of madness.

"Just calm down and talk things out," she urged, her patience wearing thin. "You know what, don't say anything. I'm on my way back from the school now. If you offend Master Lunar again and mess up this MV, I will personally kill you. Jimmie, are you listening to me—"

The line went dead. He'd hung up on her.

"Oh god, this is going to be a disaster," Rachel groaned, tossing her phone into her bag and urging the driver to speed up. Neither of them was the type to back down. With Jimmie's temper, Master Lunar might just haul off and slap him, and he'd probably deserve it. The thought of their confrontation made her legs feel weak.

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Back at Era Media, Elvira had been waiting by the entrance and finally spotted Jimmie's car. The door flew open, and a disheveled Jimmie, dressed in casual clothes with his hair unstyled, stormed into the building, his handsome face a mask of cold fury.

"Mr. Tate," Elvira called out, hurrying to intercept him. "There's something you have a right to know about Master Lunar."

Jimmie, who had intended to ignore her, stopped dead in his tracks. Hearing his sister's name, he turned, his voice chilling. "What is it?"

"Lunar is nothing like the person she pretends to be online," Elvira said, her sense of injustice burning away her reason. "She's ungrateful and morally corrupt. She'll do anything, no matter how shameless, for money and fame."

"What did you say?" Jimmie's already cold eyes grew colder, a murderous glint appearing in their depths. His sister? Ungrateful? Morally corrupt? Shameless?

"In dance studio one," Elvira answered instantly.

"What's your name?"

"Elvira Sutton," she replied, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

Jimmie gave the smiling girl one last, long look before turning and striding toward the dance studio without another word.

It seemed Mr. Tate had believed her and was going to settle the score with Lunar. That Yolanda girl had actually been useful for something. Elvira smirked and hurried after him, eager to watch the fireworks.