Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 789

“Yes, my Lord.” The subordinate immediately opened a laptop and pulled up the pier’s security footage.

On the screen, Shanley and Juniper sat calmly on a bench, flanked by their two lackeys who were basking in their bosses' reflected glory. Anyone watching would think they were here to acquire Liberty Island, not beg for a favor.

The audacity!

“My Lord, our intel confirms that the missiles the Sigma Network leader brought are incredibly powerful,” the subordinate reported cautiously. “If one were to hit the castle, I’m afraid it would—”

It might not be reduced to ashes instantly, but it would surely collapse. Sigma Network’s ruthless methods were infamous in their world. If Shanley threatened to bomb them, he would actually do it.

As Warren’s anger simmered, Celine suddenly leaned toward the screen. Her pure, bright eyes stared intently at the girl in the video. She pointed at the screen, then at herself.

“Celine, you see the resemblance too?” Warren forced a smile, patiently explaining, “But she’s a bad person. We don’t play with people like her.”

Anyone associated with Sigma Network couldn't be any good.

A bad person? Celine studied the girl's face, frowning as she immediately retorted, “No.”

Warren was too preoccupied to argue. “You play by yourself for a little while. I’ll be back to join you after I handle this.”

After Warren left with his men, leaving the laptop behind, Celine crouched on the ground, her chin resting in her hands, and stared at the girl in the video with a look of pure delight.

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At the pier, Warren arrived and glanced up at the helicopters overhead.

“As the leader of Sigma Network, you really have a way of asking for favors,” Warren sneered, “bringing such a generous gift.”

“My Lord…” one of his men began, looking to Warren as the group started to leave.

“Let them go,” he said. As much as he hated it, Warren had to consider the safety of everyone else on Liberty Island. If he made a move, Shanley would drop a bomb. Several helicopters were aimed directly at the castle, where his Celine was still in the garden pulling weeds.

“Open the gate.”

A subordinate waved his hand, and the pier gates rumbled open. Shanley’s group of four walked out.

Just then, another of Warren’s men hurried to his side. “My Lord,” he said respectfully, “we have a lead on Nocturne.”

Halfway out the gate, Juniper’s steps faltered. Slowly, she turned her head.

Who did he just say? Nocturne?!