Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 8

Felton could only stare. “Huh?”

Flint was equally stunned. “Huh??”

The boss hadn't even had a chance to aim.

Flint rubbed his eyes. He was beginning to think he had a serious misunderstanding of the word “frail.”

“Heh.”

A low chuckle rumbled from Shanley’s chest. He watched the girl intently, his lips curling into a smile. If he wasn’t mistaken, she had used her left hand.

An outcast from a wealthy family? A victim? This girl was full of surprises.

“Boss, are you okay?” one of the thugs stammered, helping his leader up. The man spat out a broken tooth and pointed a trembling finger at Juniper. “Kill that little bitch!”

Enraged, the remaining thugs drew their weapons—guns and knives—and charged at Juniper like a pack of rabid dogs.

“Boss…” Felton began, seeing the situation escalate.

“Don’t move. Watch and learn,” Shanley ordered, leaning casually against the car with his arms crossed, a look of keen interest on his face. He was enjoying the show.

“Yes, sir.”

The parking garage echoed with the sickening thud of fists on flesh, the sharp crack of bones, and agonized screams. In less than two minutes, it was over. The thugs were all on the ground, twisted in pain and moaning, their injuries varied but severe.

Felton and Flint were speechless. So were the rest of the bodyguards.

Was this a beautiful girl or a one-woman army?

“Get lost,” Juniper said, calmly straightening her clothes and wiping her left hand. Her aura was terrifyingly powerful. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

The thugs exchanged fearful glances, then scrambled to their feet, dragging their unconscious leader with them as they fled.

Once the garage was quiet again, Juniper didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she leaned against a pillar, her gaze fixed on a spot not far away.

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