Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 582

Juniper and Shanley stared at each other, a heavy silence hanging between them.

“When you captured her,” Juniper finally said, breaking the silence as she began walking briskly toward the factory, “did you use force?”

Shanley didn’t answer, instead glancing at Felton and Flint, who looked just as terrified as he felt.

“Well…” Flint licked his lips nervously. “We, uh, fired a few warning shots, but none of them hit, I swear.”

“Is that so?” Juniper paused, her gaze landing on Flint with a complex expression. “Should I thank you for that?”

“Ah?” Flint felt goosebumps erupt all over his skin under her stare. “N-no need for thanks,” he stammered.

Damn, Ms. Payne’s glare was terrifying!

Just then, Felton’s phone rang. His brow furrowed as he listened. “Boss,” he said, “my men are reporting that besides Ebony Fox, they also captured three of her accomplices.”

Accomplices? Shanley’s own brow furrowed, his mind buzzing. Where did three accomplices come from?

“Oh,” Juniper said coolly, her hands stuffed in her pockets as she strolled ahead. “My three brothers went to meet my sister first to make sure everything was okay before calling me.”

“So…” Shanley’s mind raced to catch up, his throat suddenly dry. “Those three accomplices… are most likely your three brothers?”

Juniper stopped and turned to face him. She traced a light finger over his chest, a faint smile playing on her lips. “The probability is about 1000%, Mr. Schwartz. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

“She’s a senior instructor,” Juniper said, batting her eyelashes with a suppressed laugh. “I don’t think I could win, could I?”

Shanley pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Let’s go. We should get them released.”

He was no stranger to apologizing. In fact, he was quite good at it.

Inside the factory, in a dilapidated room, Jimmie, Harold, Melvin, and Ebony Fox were bound, their mouths taped shut. They were all disheveled and dirty, looking utterly defeated.

“Stay put,” the leader of the squad sneered, waving his gun in front of them menacingly. “Move, and this thing might just go off by accident.”

Ebony Fox’s face was a dark mask of fury. If she weren’t worried that struggling would endanger her brothers, these grunts would be no match for her.