Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 97

“Besides un-hiding my information, add one more word to the file… Lunar.” Juniper tapped her cheek lightly with her fingertip.

“Huh?” Luella paused for a second, then caught on. “Got it. Those guys at Cybernetic Shadows are so useless, they’ll never find you without a keyword.”

After all, they were the losers from the last hacking competition, completely crushed by Binary Oracle.

“Release the information at one p.m. sharp,” Juniper instructed, a dangerous glint in her clear eyes.

“Will do.” Luella knew that pretty-boy brother of hers had gotten on Juniper’s bad side, and her little prodigy never took an insult lying down. She was actually looking forward to the drama when he finally realized who his sister was and had to grovel.

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After school, Juniper got a call from Rachel. Jimmie’s music video was set to be released in less than a month, but he had yet to approve the choreography or the lead dancer. As the dance director, Rachel was at her wit's end. So, swallowing her pride, she had begged Lunar to come back to the company.

“Master Lunar, you haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Rachel asked, arranging a food tray with an overly cautious smile. “Why don’t you have a bite first? There’s no rush, right?”

Jimmie was such an idiot. He was still holding a grudge just because Master Lunar had accidentally knocked over his sister’s photo frame. He was flat-out refusing to see her again. Rachel had practically dragged him to the studio today; she was prepared to tie him up if she had to.

“Hmm?” Juniper, happily munching on a fragrant chicken wing, blinked. “Oh, I’m not in a hurry.”

“Telling her to get lost last time was me being merciful,” Jimmie said, his tone icy and hostile. “You’d better get her to leave. If she appears in front of me again, don’t blame me for being rude.”

“But what about your music video?” Rachel frowned. This album was supposed to be his ticket to the Grammys. After all this time and preparation, to throw it all away over a photo frame…

“I only made this video to get more exposure so my sister might see it,” Jimmie said seriously. “They’re about to find her. Whether I get into the Grammys or not doesn’t matter anymore. Not to mention,” he added, turning to Rachel with a terrifyingly grim look, “she broke my sister’s photo frame!”

He practically bit off each word of that last sentence.