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Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 3

Outside the car window, a girl stood under the eaves, staring blankly into the distance. She was soaked to the bone, leaning listlessly against a wall, her face drained of all color. She looked like a lost, homeless kitten.

“Isn’t that the fake heiress the Sherwins just kicked out?” Flint, in the passenger seat, recognized her immediately. That face was too memorable to forget.-

“Fake heiress?” Shanley narrowed his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. The emotion in his gaze was unreadable.

“Yes, sir. While we were tracking Specter, I saw them throw her out,” Flint replied respectfully. “The whole family was ganging up on her. It was pretty pathetic.”

“Is that so?” Shanley’s long fingers tapped ash from his cigarette onto the car’s window ledge. He watched the girl, his gaze deepening.

After staring into space for a few moments, the pitiful-looking girl pulled her gaze back. She took a small, clear bottle from her backpack, then rolled up her right sleeve to reveal a gash so deep it exposed the bone.

Her expression remained unchanged. She casually wiped away the blood, uncapped the bottle with her teeth, and without a moment’s hesitation, poured the entire contents of the antiseptic onto the wound. Blood and disinfectant dripped down her arm, forming a crimson puddle on the ground.

“Holy—!” Flint nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“She’s tough as nails!” he muttered, wincing in sympathy.

Even hardened men like them, who had been through hell and back, would scream like banshees while cleaning a wound like that.

But she acted as if she couldn’t feel a thing, her expression perfectly calm. She even popped a piece of hard candy into her mouth midway through.

A car horn blared nearby. Juniper glanced up, and her eyes met a pair of deep, piercing ones. She paused for a second, realizing the man was looking directly at her.

“Felton,” Shanley said, extinguishing his cigarette as he met the girl’s confused gaze. “Go ask if she needs any help.”

She looked so young. He didn’t want her to fall into the wrong hands.

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