Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 452

“Next time, I’ll take you all to the top floor,” Yelena bragged.

“The top floor?” Her friends stared at her with envy.

“I’ve only been there once with my dad, and we just sat in the main hall. I can’t even imagine going to the very top.”

“It’s nothing,” Yelena said, lifting her water glass, lying without batting an eye. “From now on, we can go whenever we want.”

As she spoke, her eyes unexpectedly met Juniper’s meaningful gaze. Juniper was leaning back in her chair, slowly eating pistachios, but her eyes were locked on Yelena.

Yelena’s heart skipped a beat. She was so startled that her hand trembled, nearly dropping her glass.

“Yelena, look, it’s Janet,” one of the girls pointed out. “And Juniper.”

Yelena didn’t dare say a word.

“Oh, Juniper’s here?” another girl sneered, lowering her voice. “No wonder the home-wrecker’s daughter can afford a place this fancy.”

“Exactly,” her friend added, sipping her juice. “In our social circle, every heiress and wife is legitimate. A girl like Janet isn't even worthy of cleaning my shoes.”

Although the girls were whispering, Yelena heard every word clearly. The repeated phrase “home-wrecker’s daughter” felt like a series of slaps across her own face.

“The home-wrecker’s daughter?” Just as she was reeling, Juniper suddenly spoke up, swirling her glass. “Funny you should mention that. I know a story about a home-wrecker’s daughter. Want to hear it?”

“Yes!” Janet responded enthusiastically, playing along perfectly. “I want to hear it!”

“Yelena, you look so pale. What’s wrong?” a friend asked.

“What do you expect when you run into the girl who ruined your family’s reputation?” another friend chimed in. “And what was Juniper talking about, saying someone else is the real mistress’s daughter?”

“Besides Janet, who else could it be?” Yelena’s fingers clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms. The pain helped her to calm down and think clearly. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to get rid of Juniper, and soon.

After the gathering, Yelena rushed home to find her mother, Deirdre. When Deirdre heard what had happened, she exploded with rage.

“Juniper?” Deirdre spat. “Who the hell does she think she is, trying to blackmail you?”

“Mom,” Yelena pleaded, her face still pale with fear. “We need to hire someone to kill her. I can’t take this anymore!”