Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 909

"J-Juniper..."

Right as Yolanda was getting entirely carried away, the girl next to her trembled and stuttered out a name.

Yolanda's tirade came to an abrupt halt. She slowly turned her head and found Juniper leaning against the wall, hands casually tucked into her pockets, fixing her with an icy, ghost-like stare.

"Even if I wasn't an A-list actor's sister, and even if I hadn't hooked up with Shanley Schwartz, I could still step all over you."

"Um..." The female student was terrified by the dark look in Juniper's eyes. She stumbled backward, her voice shaking as she babbled, "I didn't say anything, I didn't hear anything, I'm leaving now!"

With that, the girl vanished without a trace.

Yolanda tried to leave, but with Juniper blocking her path, she was trapped.

"What do you want?" Yolanda stretched her neck, trying to look tough. "Do you seriously think Shanley will love you forever? One day, he's going to—"

*Smack—*

Before Yolanda could finish her sentence, a vicious slap landed squarely on her right cheek. Juniper hit her with such force that Yolanda, playing the fragile innocent flower, couldn't handle it at all. Her body violently staggered, and she was dazed for several seconds before she finally regained her senses.

"Juniper, what the hell are you doing?!" The moment Yolanda stabilized, she immediately lunged, trying to tear into Juniper like a wild animal.

In the next second, Juniper grabbed her by the throat. With a slight push, she effortlessly shoved Yolanda against the guardrail, lifting her off her feet.

She was suspended in the air.

"Ah—" Yolanda glanced behind her. They were on the ninth floor. If she fell, she would undoubtedly be smashed to pieces. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but with her throat crushed in Juniper's grip, she couldn't make a single sound.

"You're the one who leaked those photos online, aren't you?" Juniper held Yolanda by the neck with her right hand, her left still casually tucked in her pocket. Her posture was completely relaxed, as if manhandling Yolanda was as effortless as holding a weak little chicken.

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