Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 228

Whenever the girl spoke, Kurt would adjust immediately. His speed was faster and more stable than in the first round. His progress was astounding.

Melvin stood with his arms crossed, a deep smile forming on his lips, a look of genuine pleasure he hadn't shown in a long time.

“Melvin, what are you smiling about?” his assistant asked, surprised, as he arrived at the finish line with a coffee. It had been ages since he’d seen him smile like that.

“Don’t you think…” Melvin narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly, “that girl has a bit of J’s flavor to her?”

Her racing style, in particular, was strikingly similar. Why hadn't he ever seen her on the national or international circuits?

“Her?” The assistant glanced at Juniper and chuckled. “How can she compare to J?”

J was a legend in the racing world. Even Melvin himself had to show deference in J’s presence.

“With some training, she could become the next J,” Melvin said thoughtfully.

No wonder Kurt had brought her to the track. Where did he find such a gem?

“Melvin, are you saying…” the assistant paused, then asked tentatively, “you want to take her on as your apprentice?”

Melvin just smiled, his silence a confirmation. If she was willing, he would teach her everything he knew. If it were possible, he would even ask J to train her personally. The first female F1 driver in history, hailing from the Orient Country… That news would shake the world.

But the deadline for his team’s “entry” was tonight. His initial attitude had been poor, and he had definitely offended her. If he approached her now, he wasn’t sure if he could win her over.

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“Ms. Payne, I apologize for my rudeness earlier,” Melvin said, his tone sincere. “At first, I was genuinely concerned you would distract the drivers. After all…” The chances of a woman appearing on an F1 track were practically zero. Who would have thought a teenage girl would be a training partner? It was incredible.

“Anyway, your technique is excellent. Why haven’t I seen you on the national or international circuits?” he asked. “Has anyone ever told you that your racing style is very similar to J’s? You know of J, right?”

Hearing his barrage of questions, Juniper finally looked up, her patience worn thin. “What do you want?”

Melvin had planned to be more diplomatic, but since she was cutting to the chase, he decided to be direct. “Are you interested in joining my team? In the future, my team will serve the Or—”

“What the hell?”

Before Melvin could finish, Kurt lost his cool. No wonder he’d been staring at Juniper, practically drooling. He was trying to poach her!