Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 885

Miranda's face softened, but that warmth vanished the moment she heard Yolanda’s words. She had come to offer comfort out of consideration for the younger woman's age. But if they were to get to the bottom of it, Yolanda herself had started the trouble. If Juniper hadn't moved out of the way in time, Yolanda wouldn't be lying in a pile of manure; she'd be lying in a hospital bed. Not only was she refusing to reflect on her own actions, she was trying to blame someone else?

"Yolanda, it was your horse that spooked first and charged at Juniper," Miranda stated, crossing her arms. The warmth was gone from her face, her tone turning cold. "If Juniper hadn't dodged in time, do you really think this would have ended so simply?"

"I..." Yolanda choked back a sob, stunned that Miranda would take Juniper's side.

"Get some rest," Miranda said, her gaze turning distant. "Are you going to continue with the rest of the filming?"

"No," Yolanda mumbled, shaking her head. The humiliation was too much. Going back out there would just make her a laughingstock.

"Alright," Miranda nodded. After instructing an assistant to look after her, she turned and left without a second's hesitation.

Yolanda walked to the balcony and looked down from the window. The segment had just ended. Juniper was dismounting and feeding her horse a treat. Miranda was standing beside her, her usually neutral expression now replaced with a beaming smile. Her attitude was completely different from how she'd treated Yolanda.

It was obvious. Director Miranda really liked Juniper.

"Vixen," Yolanda muttered, her hands clenching into fists. She knew it. Juniper wouldn't have gone to such lengths to get on this show if she didn't have a hidden agenda. She was either trying to charm Miranda to launch a career in entertainment or to marry into the Schwartz family. Whichever it was, Yolanda wouldn't let her succeed.

But wait—wasn't Juniper traumatized by horses as a child? When did she learn to ride?

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Outside, Juniper felt exhilarated after several laps around the arena.

"Tired?" Miranda asked, walking over with a water bottle and a towel during the mid-session break, her smile gentle.

"Thanks, Miranda." Juniper took the water and drank it down in one go, the long, elegant line of her neck perfectly defined.

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