Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 107

Inside Era Media, the backup dancers saw the grim-faced man stalking toward them, radiating fury, and their eyes lit up with excitement.

See? They knew it. Mr. Tate was obsessed with his sister's memory; he'd never tolerate someone like Lunar tarnishing it. He was here to put her in her place.

"Mr. Tate—" one greeted.

"Mr. Tate—" another chimed in.

They all fell in line behind him, puffed up with self-importance, now that they had someone powerful on their side.

Jimmie, however, was so focused on seeing his sister that he didn't even notice them. He stopped abruptly at the studio door and turned, his menacing gaze sweeping over the crowd behind him.

The sight of his murderous expression stopped them in their tracks. He looked terrifying. The last time they'd seen him look like that was in a movie where he played a psychopathic killer. If he was this angry, Lunar was in for a world of hurt.

The dancers practically vibrated with anticipation, gathering at the transparent glass wall of the adjacent studio to watch the show.

At the door, the usually composed Jimmie found his palms sweating and his back soaked in cold sweat. A profound anxiety gripped him, unsure if his sister would ever forgive him. He made a silent vow: he would do anything, absolutely anything, if she would just forgive him.

After a few moments, he managed to steel himself, pushing down his fear and mustering the courage to open the door.

The first thing he saw was a slender, simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar figure. The girl had her back to him, sitting on a sofa with her long legs elegantly crossed. One hand rested on the armrest, tapping a light rhythm, while the other casually cracked open a nut. She was in a good mood, happily complaining about him.

"What kind of girl would be blind enough to fall for a guy with a personality like his?" she muttered. He was lucky he was her brother. Otherwise, with that foul temper of his, she'd beat him up every time she saw him. And she wouldn't hold back.

"Don't rush me, I'm almost done," Juniper said with a slight arch of her brow, her tone lazy and unconcerned, a clear sign she couldn't care less about the man behind her.

What? The fan watched in horror as Master Lunar, instead of stopping, poured the rest of the nuts out of the bag. Her brain simply shut down.

"You can go," Jimmie said, his eyes fixed on his sister's back. His voice was unconsciously gentle.

"Oh, yes, sir." Seeing Mr. Tate's stone-cold expression, the girl nodded weakly. As she left, she desperately tried to catch Juniper's eye, but Juniper pointedly ignored her. The fan felt like she was about to faint. This was going to be an all-out war.

From the glass room, Elvira and the others watched, their faces filled with contempt.