Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 145

Staring at the crumpled design sketch in his hand, Shanley's expression was indescribably complex. He couldn't figure it out... what had he done to make this girl rip him off for tens of millions? Especially during their communications—her attitude had been so hostile, it was as if she wanted to kill him.

Shanley carefully placed the sketch back where he found it, the smile on his lips widening.

Just how many secrets was this girl hiding? This whole J-Five business, he had to get to the bottom of it.

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Upstairs, Juniper finished her shower but couldn't find a hairdryer. With her hair still dripping wet, she headed downstairs to find Dana.

As she reached the turn of the staircase, she saw Shanley, clad in a gray-blue bathrobe, standing by the window on a call. His hair was slightly damp, the belt of his robe tied loosely, accentuating his lean waist. Below that were his well-proportioned, strong calves. The warm light from above cast a golden halo around him, making him look both casual and dazzlingly captivating. A single glance was enough to make one's heart race.

Juniper stopped in her tracks, an unbidden thought popping into her mind: Tsk. He's old, but he's kept himself in great shape.

"Yes, keep an eye on her new product launches," Shanley said, turning his head slightly. His gaze caught the girl on the stairs, and he frowned.

"That's all." He ended the call, tossed his phone onto the sofa, and strode towards Juniper. "Why didn't you dry your hair?"

Juniper's gaze flickered. Just as she was about to speak, Dana rushed out from the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Payne! I was just about to bring you the hairdryer, but I got distracted in the kitchen and forgot."

She added, "Have a seat, I'll dry it for you."

And... following the line of the belt upwards, she had a crystal-clear view of his chest. It was strong, well-defined, and handsome.

“Cough, cough.” Juniper's face flushed red, and she instinctively leaned back, trying to create some distance.

"Stay still, now," Shanley said softly, gently patting her head. "You'll burn yourself."

The hairdryer was quite hot. A girl with such delicate skin couldn't afford to get burned.

Juniper's body tensed. A moment later, she felt his long fingers running through her dripping hair. He combed through it, carefully drying it strand by strand, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.