Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 387

The study filled with the frantic clatter of keyboards as Shanley and Juniper typed furiously.

At one point, Juniper glanced up at Shanley. He was fast, she had to give him that. He had the makings of a top-tier hacker for Binary Oracle.

Shanley, in turn, stole a look at her. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, a blur of motion. She was a natural. With a little training, she could easily take the top spot at Cybernetic Shadows.

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Ten minutes later, both their systems crashed, heavily infiltrated by the other. It was a draw.

“That psycho”, Shanley thought, stopping his work.

“That old relic”, Juniper fumed, closing her game.

They stood up at the same time.

"Finished with work?" Juniper asked.

"Done with your game?" Shanley countered.

"Yeah."

"Mm-hmm."

For the past three competitions, he'd been preoccupied with fighting that old relic from Binary Oracle over overseas markets and financial dominance, leaving the tournament to his subordinates. But this year, to win Juniper over, he would enter the ring himself. He still couldn't figure out what her problem was with Cybernetic Shadows. Why did she hate them so much? The uncertainty hung over his head like a sword.

"The leader of Binary Oracle is a tough nut to crack. I look forward to hearing good news," Jimmie said with a grin. "By the way, I heard Juniper is teaching the vice president of the Orient Country Medical Association?"

His sister, a high school student, teaching a medical vice president? It sounded absurd. But then he remembered she was a top student, a race car driver, a jewelry designer, a dance prodigy… being skilled in medicine didn't seem so far-fetched. As siblings, why was there such a huge difference in their abilities? It was like the girl was powered by magic.

"Yes," Shanley replied, his face darkening at the mention of the man. "And his intentions are not pure. He's trying to make a move on Juniper."

"I thought the association's president was an old friend of your grandfather's. The person he recommended shouldn't be like that…" Jimmie frowned, his interest in Harold piqued.

"He knows Juniper likes cilantro and mangoes, and claims he likes them too," Shanley said, his voice low and tight, each word forced out. "Besides Juniper, I've never met anyone who eats cilantro like it's a main course."