Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 80

A wave of relief washed over Salma. With such a distinguished 'brother' to back her up, Juniper would surely be fine.

Schwartz? The name hit Dustin like a physical blow. In all of Eclara City, only a handful of families bore that name, the most famous being the legendary, untouchable Schwartz family. No matter which branch this man belonged to, Dustin couldn't afford to offend him.

"Mr. Schwartz!" The officer, Carl, straightened his uniform and rushed forward with a broad smile, extending both hands. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Schwartz. I'm Carl, the officer in charge here at the Westgate District precinct."

The Schwartz family was the stuff of legends in Eclara City. Who would have thought this little orphan girl had such a powerful distant relative? No wonder she carried herself with such an air of defiance.

Damn it. Carl wanted to gouge his own eyes out. Of all the people to offend, he had to cross the Schwartz family. He didn't have enough lives to spare for that mistake.

Shanley merely glanced at the man before sitting down, crossing his long legs and resting his hands on the armrests, tapping them rhythmically.

The sound was faint, but to Carl, it was bone-chilling. His outstretched hand was left hanging awkwardly in the air.

"So, you were saying that my distant... little sister started a fight?" Shanley tilted his head, his gaze deliberately falling on the girl beside him.

Juniper pressed her lips together. What was that look for? Didn't he understand they were role-playing?

"Uh..." Carl didn't dare repeat what he'd said earlier. He quickly passed the buck. "It's like this, Mr. Farley and his son called us, alleging that Juniper had assaulted someone. But... I never really believed it myself, so we're still in the middle of our investigation."

Tch! The other parents rolled their eyes at his blatant hypocrisy. The man changed his tune faster than he could turn a page. He should quit law enforcement and become a street performer.

With the spotlight now on him, Dustin broke out in a cold sweat. "Mr. Schwartz," he stammered, "we have video evidence. It shows that Juniper... accidentally injured my son. But I've looked into it. It was just kids fooling around. It's all in the past now. Haha, all in the past."

"That's because your technicians are incompetent," Shanley scoffed. He looked at his assistant. "Felton, get someone from the corporate office over here."

"Yes, sir."

As Felton was about to leave, Juniper suddenly spoke up. "Don't waste time. Is there a computer? I'll restore it myself."

She had been about to do it herself earlier, but Shanley's sudden arrival had thrown her off her rhythm.

Instantly, every eye in the room swiveled to her. Did they hear that right? She was going to restore the footage? A task that even professional technicians couldn't accomplish, and a high school student was going to do it? Was she joking?