Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 182

The manager looked pointedly at Yolanda, then back at Juniper, his strained smile firmly in place. “You either buy something, or you’ll have to leave.”

They dealt with penniless window shoppers all the time; no one wanted to waste their time on them.

Juniper’s brow furrowed, and she was about to put the man in his place when a male voice cut through the tension. “Yolanda!”

“Jerrold!” Yolanda flitted over to him like a social butterfly, her voice turning cloyingly sweet. “What took you so long?!”

“Hm,” Jerrold grunted, his attention fixed on Juniper. Behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam. “What’s going on here?”

“Well…” Yolanda clung to Jerrold’s arm, speaking in a stage whisper. “My sister came here to buy clothes but can’t seem to afford them. When the staff pointed it out, she got angry and started making a scene.”

“Young lady, there’s no need to be so nasty. Who’s making a scene?” Saskia snapped, her patience wearing thin. She’d been holding her tongue out of respect for the Sherwin family patriarch, Lemuel, but Yolanda was going too far. She was an elder, after all, and wouldn't normally stoop to arguing with someone so young, but this was too much.

“Can’t afford it? Our Juniper is a master choreographer, and her brother is an incredibly powerful…” Saskia started to spill the beans but caught herself, the words dying in her throat.

“Who? Go on, tell us!” Yolanda prompted, leaning in with mock curiosity. “A brother? Don’t you mean some old, pot-bellied sugar daddy with white hair?”

“What did you just say? I’ll tear that foul mouth of yours off your face!” Saskia couldn't take it anymore. She rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight.

“Saskia, calm down.” Juniper let out a small laugh, patting her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Silence fell over the boutique. Everyone stared, completely stunned.

Jerrold’s triumphant smile froze on his face.

“Ev-everything?” the manager stammered, his eyes darting between Juniper and Jerrold. “Mr. Lonsdale, are you sure?”

The color drained from Jerrold’s face. He couldn’t speak. A few thousand he could manage, but this… As an illegitimate son, where would he get that kind of money?

Juniper’s lips curled into a smirk. “Can’t afford it?” she said, her voice dripping with scorn. “Of all the things you could’ve pretended to be, you had to be a phony.”