Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 68

Can't perform?

Who on earth was spreading these rumors?

Felton and Flint, who had heard everything, stared wide-eyed.

Wow! Ms. Payne had just openly told their boss he "can't perform." That was a greater insult than stabbing him twice in the heart.

They wanted to laugh, but they were terrified of the consequences.

"Alright, then." Having said her piece and feeling there was nothing else to add, Juniper pushed open the car door and bolted.

After a few steps, she turned back and added kindly, "And cut back on the alcohol!"

Shanley just stared at her, his expression too dark for words.

"Bye!" Juniper knew this was a sensitive topic related to a man's pride. After giving her final piece of advice, she vanished into the night.

Beneath the quiet moonlight, the dark gray sports car sat parked on the winding road. The wind rustled through the trees, adding to the desolate atmosphere. Inside, the refined and powerful man's face was a thundercloud, his handsome features so grim they looked like they might drip ice. The air in the car was thick with a deadly silence. Felton and Flint were too scared to even breathe.

"Find them," Shanley finally said, his voice raw and cold, his eyes bloodshot. "Find out who is spreading these rumors!"

"Yes, Boss!" Felton and Flint flinched in unison.

Their boss was truly furious this time. And who knew what Ms. Payne was thinking now? They had thought she was starting to warm up to him, that his plan to win her over would soon succeed. Now... the ship hadn't just sailed, it had crashed into a giant iceberg. And there was really no way for their boss to explain this one.

"Yes, Juniper!" Qadir obeyed at once, ordering his underlings to handle it.

"Juniper, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me," Queenie said, popping open a carton of milk for her and unwrapping a small pastry. She sat beside her, resting her chin on her hands with stars in her eyes.

"Alright," Juniper replied cheerfully, munching on the pastry.

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At 5:30 p.m., after dinner, all of Aurora High's underachieving students gathered in one classroom for tutoring. Today's subject was math, taught by the head of the senior year's math department, with Queenie as his assistant.

The math teacher pushed open the door and saw Juniper sitting in the front row. This student was a brilliant dancer, but her grades were abysmal. Salma had given him the target of raising her score to at least 40. The pressure was immense.