Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 251

Could he be one of her long-lost brothers?

Juniper stared, carefully observing the man before her. She and Jimmie looked so much alike. As for Melvin... not so much.

Was she overthinking things?

"Okay," Juniper said, not asking any more questions. She simply left him with the words, "I'll get back to you within the day."

Back in the lounge, she picked up her phone and messaged Luella Langley: [Run a check on Melvin Steele for me.]

She’d know soon enough if he was another one of her surprise brothers.

...

After changing, Juniper went to the infirmary.

"J-J! The legendary J!"

Seeing her, Kurt, who had been lying on the bed looking like life had lost all meaning, immediately shot upright, stammering her name.

Who would have thought that the person who taught him his techniques was his idol, J. He truly had been blind. No wonder Juniper could dominate a superbike worth a fortune on a beat-up old scooter. And he’d actually wanted to challenge her... The thought made him wish the ground would swallow him whole.

"Yeah," Juniper acknowledged with a slight lift of her chin.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

On the screen, the three little bastards from Yalania Country were laughing and joking without a care in the world. Even though they lost this race, the worst they faced was being barred from the next F1 season. But with their "methods," they could probably fight their way back up from smaller competitions in a few years. Who knew how many other racers they would harm in the process.

"If I ever get the chance to race against those scumbags again, I won't let them off easy," Kurt gritted out, feeling both furious and helpless.

"A chance?" Juniper lazily averted her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice a mix of languor and ice. "I don't think they'll ever have the chance to get on a track again."

"Juniper, what do you mean?" Kurt looked at her sharply, confused.

"Time to teach them a lesson." Juniper smiled faintly and pulled out her phone, dialing Ghoul. "Tell the headquarters and the judges we have the original video."

"The original video?" Ghoul's voice was hoarse from arguing. Fearing he’d misheard, he reminded her, "The appeal window is only fifteen minutes. Even if we found a master hacker, there wouldn't be enough time."