Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 420

The walls were covered in posters of Juniper from her races, and a video of one of her competitions was playing on the television. Kurt, one leg in a cast, was hopping around and shouting excitedly, yelling things like "Goddess!" and "Incredible!"

"Your mother told me you were depressed, that you'd lost your appetite…" Shanley's voice dripped with ice as he entered. "But from the look of you, you could probably take down a bear."

"Shanley!" Kurt immediately muted the TV. When he turned and saw the girl beside his cousin, he started screaming again. "Aaaah!"

Juniper frowned in annoyance.

"Quiet!" Shanley snapped, helping Juniper to a seat. "Have you forgotten your manners?"

"Yes, sir." Kurt immediately sat down straight, his eyes glued to Juniper. Ever since he found out his future cousin-in-law was the Racing Goddess, he'd been smiling in his sleep. It was a shame his injury had prevented him from meeting her sooner.

"Say hello," Shanley prompted.

"Miss… Race…" Kurt stammered, his tongue feeling tied. After a moment's thought, he settled on a more respectful term. "Hello, my dear cousin-in-law."

Shanley's expression softened slightly.

Juniper pursed her lips but didn't object.

"You're recovering well," she said after a brief examination, before outlining the next steps for his rehabilitation. "With Melvin in the racing association as well, you should be happy to join."

"Whatever you say," Kurt agreed readily.

"Just focus on getting better. If you have any questions about racing, you can ask me."

"Thank you!" Kurt nodded, grinning so wide his mouth nearly reached his ears.

"An Ecosse Spirit ES1," Juniper stated calmly.

The name left not only Kurt speechless but also stunned Shanley, who knew little about motorcycles.

The Ecosse Spirit ES1! It was one of the top three most expensive superbikes in the world, with a price tag exceeding twenty million dollars. Its performance and design were so advanced it was said to make the rider feel like they were in outer space. People called it the bike built exclusively for billionaires.

Kurt’s mouth hung open, no sound coming out. He was completely floored.

Shanley just stared at the young woman beside him, his expression grave. She was offering to give away a bike worth over twenty million dollars without even batting an eye. Just how rich was his girl? Could she be even wealthier than him? No wonder she told him he needed to work hard to earn the right to marry her.

A sense of crisis washed over the old man.