Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 489

Failing was failing. If he reported the facts, he didn't believe Jimmie could do a thing to him.

With that, the reporter turned on his live stream camera, aimed it at Yolanda, and with a feigned tremble of his hand, made sure to pan over and capture Juniper in the frame.

The title read: #Uncovering Eclara University’s “Genius Program” On-Site Recruitment#

As soon as the stream went live, viewers flooded in. It had two major draws: the Genius Program and the famous actor's sister.

[The Genius Program is back? Who are they here for? Yolanda or Juniper?]

[Have you not seen the news about Juniper’s wild antics during the exam?]

[Yolanda’s reputation might be questionable, but she was always in the top ten at Eclara High. Juniper… I don’t think she even finished high school properly, right?]

[Breaking! A friend of a friend who works at Jimmie’s studio said Juniper only scored 280.]

[Jimmie got a 680 on his entrance exam, and his sister got a 280? One’s a real ace, the other’s a real joke?]

[What an embarrassment! Ever since her famous brother acknowledged her, her reputation has plummeted! Was the DNA test really accurate?]

[Yolanda is the top scorer? And she was invited by the Genius Program?]

[Compared to Yolanda, what does Juniper have besides a pretty face and a bunch of trashy headlines?]

[Get lost, Juniper, stop ruining your brother’s career and polluting the internet!]

Watching the rumors spiral and the insults against Juniper multiply, the Timespan Weekly reporter smirked maliciously. He was a somebody in the industry, and she had dared to publicly humiliate him? If he didn’t ruin her reputation, he might as well quit his job.

“Yes,” Juniper said, putting the call on speaker. Her voice was quiet, but everyone at the table could hear. “A professor from the Sundale University admissions team?”

Sundale University? The two most famous universities in the Orient Country were Sundale in the south and Eclara in the north. They were equally prestigious.

“Okay,” Juniper said, sipping her water, too lazy to listen to the Sundale professor’s long-winded pitch. “The address is the coffee shop on Chinova Road in Eclara City. Let’s talk in person.”

“Yes, of course!” The professors from Sundale University happily agreed.

“However,” Juniper paused, then added a warning. “The professors from Eclara University are coming too. Whoever gets here first, I’ll go to their school. Fair enough?”

Eclara University? They were that fast?