Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 646

“Famed Director Miranda Caught by Paparazzi Snacking on Pungent Noodles Backstage.”

“Director Miranda Accepts Award, Accidentally Takes Home Bag of Chips Instead of Trophy.”

“Miranda's Late-Night Date with Young Heartthrob… Turns Out to Be a Script Meeting Over Fondue.”

“Miranda's Secret Social Media Account Exposed: A Feed Full of Food Porn.”

“Fans Beg Miranda to Drop Her 'Eat-Anything-and-Stay-Flawless' Secret.”

“Miranda Secretly Married?”

“Who is Miranda's Husband?”

“Miranda May Have a Child.”

“Miranda: The Woman with the Insatiable Appetite.”

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Juniper scrolled quickly through the screen. Aside from a few posts speculating about her family, everything else was about food.

No wonder. She even brought a stash of snacks with her to a bar. The woman really loved to eat.

It was kind of cute.

“Find anything?” Luella asked, noticing the slight smile playing on Juniper’s lips.

“Just the public stuff. She’s an internationally renowned director who’s won more awards than she can count and happens to love food,” Juniper replied slowly, her fingers still gliding over her phone screen. “Nothing else besides that.”

She had even used Binary Oracle’s channels, but still couldn't dig up any information on Miranda's family. Married, with a child—yet any trace of her husband and son had been scrubbed clean from the internet. It only confirmed their belief that she was no ordinary person.

“That Garner guy definitely knows,” Luella said, gripping the steering wheel with an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips. “Should we ask him?”

“No need.” Juniper tugged at the corner of her mouth, turned off her phone, and tossed it into her bag before happily munching on the snacks Miranda had given her. “It was just a chance encounter. Why dig so deep?”

“You guess,” Juniper opened her eyes and met his thoughtful gaze, deliberately being vague.

“I’m guessing a woman,” Shanley said, a lump of frustration forming in his chest, which he turned into a helpless smile. “And an older, middle-aged woman at that.”

“How’d you figure that out?” Juniper asked, confused as to how he knew.

“You guess,” Shanley retorted, playfully throwing her own words right back at her.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” Juniper’s expression soured instantly. She looked away haughtily and started to get up.

“Are you mad?” Shanley quickly pulled her back, holding her hand and coaxing her softly. “Among the snacks she gave you, there’s a wellness coffee. That brand is specifically for women between forty-five and sixty.”

He figured the woman must have accidentally mixed it in while giving her the snacks.

Juniper glanced over and saw that he was right. His eyes were sharp!

“The woman was being harassed, and I just helped her out,” Juniper explained concisely, examining the wellness coffee. “So she gave me all the snacks she had on her.”