Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1048

"Grand-student?!" Hearing Juniper's words, Sheryl's face violently shifted color. She gasped in absolute disbelief.

"That's right, my good grand-student!" Juniper seamlessly followed up, her gaze dark and chilling as she stared Sheryl down. "I heard Michelle wanted me to train you in tennis?"

Sheryl choked, her pupils dilating in shock. Her mouth hung open, but no words came out.

"How could you be Miss Seven?" Barnaby, barely holding onto his rationality, turned to Michelle. "Are you absolutely sure there's no mistake?"

"There's no mistake." Michelle was fully grounded in reality now. The girl's facial features perfectly matched Miss Seven's. It was just that now, she was even more beautiful and carried a completely different elegance. No wonder she had felt a strange sense of familiarity the moment she laid eyes on her. She should have realized it sooner.

"Teacher." Michelle stepped forward, carefully managing her expression into a polite smile. "This is the tennis prodigy I mentioned to you. Although she hasn't had professional training, her skills are quite solid. With a little guidance from you, her future will be limitless."

"Is that so?" Juniper sat back down in her chair, her gaze drifting over to Sheryl's deathly pale face. She scoffed, "I've heard quite a bit about Ms. Yardley's character. Train her? Who knows, maybe she'll end up just like you—betraying her loyalty and selling out her own country."

Michelle's face turned a bruised shade of gray. The humiliation stung deeply.

"Teacher, I had my reasons back then..." Michelle's eyes reddened as she patiently tried to explain, desperately hoping for Juniper's forgiveness. "My grandmother was severely ill. She needed a lot of money, and I couldn't get it together in time. That's why I..."

"Oh." Juniper knew full well that this was only half the truth. Her grandmother being sick was true; needing the money was a lie. She acted like she was the picture of family devotion. If she really loved her grandmother that much, she wouldn't have missed seeing the old woman one last time before she passed. What a hypocrite.

"Fine, don't teach me! It's not like I can't find another coach without you," Sheryl shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Even if you got down on your knees and begged to teach me right now, I'd still say no!"

"Is that right?" Juniper stood up, brushing a non-existent crease from her jacket. A slow smile curved her lips. "Then let's see if anyone dares to take you on."

With that, Juniper led Hattie out of the principal's office, swaggering away without a backward glance.

"Ahhh!" The moment she was gone, Sheryl threw a screaming tantrum. "I refuse to believe we can't find a single decent tennis coach in all of Eclara City! Do you know any other top-tier coaches?" Sheryl asked frantically. The summer tournament was fast approaching; she needed to start training months in advance.

"I do." Michelle frowned, pulling out her phone to dial a familiar number. It was the vice president of the Orient Country Tennis Association, someone she was on good terms with. He had produced several world champions.