Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 93

[Boss, I’ve sent the report to your email.]

Juniper’s fingers trembled, and the nuts in her palm scattered to the ground.

Qadir immediately scrambled to pick them up, then ordered one of his lackeys to buy another bag.

After a moment’s hesitation, Juniper opened her email and clicked on the first message. The report was several pages long, but her eyes immediately locked onto the final conclusion: a 25% genetic similarity. The typical genetic similarity between full siblings is 25%. To further confirm the relationship, the lab had run additional comparisons. The final determination: the subjects were brother and sister.

The words hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her dizzy and unable to think.

Jimmie was her brother. That jerk who had pointed a finger in her face and screamed at her to get out was her brother?

No. It didn't feel right.

Juniper jabbed at the screen, closing the email and opening WhatsApp. [Are you sure this report is accurate?]

Her subordinate replied: [Boss, there are rarely any issues with the equipment at our base.]

He added: [Of course, a blood sample would provide more accurate results.]

Juniper clutched her phone, leaned her head back against the wall, and stared up at the sky, feeling utterly defeated.

“Juniper, what’s wrong?” Queenie asked, her round eyes fixed on her with confusion. It was like she’d been frozen in place.

Juniper suddenly shot to her feet and began shoving her things haphazardly into her backpack.

“Juniper, we have physics tutoring this afternoon,” Qadir reminded her softly, looking at her with concern. Her expression was terrifying.

Juniper held her pen but made no move to write, instead flipping the paper back and forth, examining it several times.

Keith’s brow furrowed in deep suspicion. Could it be that last time really was a fluke? Was he happy for nothing?

Just as doubt began to creep in, Juniper lowered her head and finally started writing. She barely glanced at the questions, her pen flying across the page as she filled in A, B, C, D. After finishing the multiple-choice section, she moved on to the long-answer problems, again writing down the solutions without seeming to read the questions.

Fifteen minutes later, she stopped, gave the paper a satisfied once-over, and handed it to Keith.

“Ahem.”

Keith quickly put on his reading glasses and eagerly grabbed his pen. With a flurry of strokes, he marked check after check. All correct!