Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 55

The One’s official account had just cleared Queenie’s name and tagged Juniper’s Twitter handle at the end. What did that mean?

Juniper was really Lunar!

An eighteen-year-old high school student from a bottom-tier school was the world-famous choreographer, Lunar. It was unbelievable.

Before they could process the shock, Juniper posted her purchase receipt on Twitter, followed by a slew of cease-and-desist letters that had clearly been prepared in advance.

The internet went into a frenzy.

“What? Juniper is Lunar? For real?”

“The One confirmed it, so it must be true!”

“Holy cow. At eighteen, she’s a master choreographer. At eighteen, I… never mind, I have nothing good to say about myself, I’m out!”

“It all makes sense now! That’s why she could perform ‘Dawn’ perfectly without any sheet music.”

“So, Master Lunar is attending Aurora High! Someone get me all the information on that school in the next two minutes!”

“Where are all the people who were insulting Juniper before? Cat got your tongue?”

“Queenie and Aurora High were treated so unfairly! I fully support Master Lunar sending out those legal notices!”

“They should investigate who started these rumors and sue them too!”

Seeing the legal notices, the reporters finally snapped back to reality and began frantically deleting their posts, terrified of ending up in court. The law firm representing her, Trust-Law, was known to be a beast. Its win rate was nearly one hundred percent. The word on the street was that hiring Trust-Law wasn’t just about winning; it was about destroying your opponent.

“Juniper—” Qadir arrived just as the drama was ending. He looked utterly confused, jogging to keep up with them. “What happened? Why do all the reporters at the gate look like they’ve seen a ghost?”

Queenie turned and whispered, “Juniper is Lunar!”

“What?” Qadir froze in his tracks, trying to process her words.

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Across town, Yolanda was dressed in her own gown from The One, her makeup perfectly applied. She sat primly on the sofa, the very picture of a poised young lady, as the reporter set up the camera for a live interview.

“Yolanda, do you have anything you’d like to say about the competition?”