Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 531

By now, everyone had figured out her relationship with the instructor. He was her uncle. Of course, a classic case of nepotism. No wonder her training always seemed easier than everyone else’s.

“Well, that’s it then. With her representing us, forget about first place. We’ll be lucky if we don’t end up last and embarrass ourselves.”

“I heard Yolanda took shooting classes as a kid. Her skills must be pretty good. Otherwise, why would she look so confident?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Hattie retorted with a sneer. “By the way, Juniper, can you shoot?”

After all these days, Hattie saw Juniper as a goddess who could do anything except fly.

“Hmm?” Juniper, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them slightly. “A little bit,” she said nonchalantly.

“Just a little?” Hattie muttered to herself, then said with conviction, “Well, that’s still got to be better than Yolanda.”

Juniper pursed her lips but didn’t say anything.

“Any objections?” Farrell asked perfunctorily.

Everyone exchanged glances, their dissatisfaction clear but unspoken. No one dared to object and risk being assigned fifty push-ups.

“Since there are no objections, Yolanda it is.”

The competition was scheduled for three in the afternoon. Farrell used the lunch break to give Yolanda some extra practice.

The shooting competition was really just a way to liven things up for the students. Anyone who could hit the target was considered impressive. Since Yolanda had been around guns since childhood and had a decent aptitude for it, she could not only hit the target but occasionally land a shot in the third or fourth ring. Farrell told her the other students were all amateurs, which made Yolanda even more certain of her victory.

So, before the competition even began, rumors were already circulating in the broadcasting department that Yolanda was going to take first place. She even brazenly claimed that the law and computer science departments should thank her for their day of rest, and that they had better show her some respect from now on.

Losing interest, Ebony Fox tossed the binoculars on the table and opened Juniper’s file. The first page was her photo, an official ID picture.

Seeing the girl’s face, Ebony Fox’s heart skipped a beat. Why did this face seem so familiar? Especially those defiant eyes and brows—they bore a striking resemblance to her own.

“She used to be an orphan, but she found her older brother,” her subordinate explained, in case Ebony Fox couldn’t read the local language. “Her brother is Jimmie Tate, the nation’s biggest movie star.”

Jimmie? Never heard of him.

The further she read, the stronger the sense of familiarity grew. Could it be that her intense longing to find her sister, combined with her admiration for Juniper, was creating this illusion of familiarity?

No. She had to get to the bottom of this.