[Boss, I''ve sent the report to your email.]


    Juniper''s fingers trembled, and the nuts in her palm scattered to the ground.


    Qadir immediately scrambled to pick them up, then ordered one of hisckeys to buy another bag.


    After a moment''s hesitation, Juniper opened her email and clicked on the first message. The report was several pages long, but her eyes immediately locked onto the final conclusion: a 25% gic simrity. The typical gic simrity between full siblings is 25%. To further confirm the rtionship, theb had run additionalparisons. The final determination: the subjects were brother and sister.


    The words hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her dizzy and unable to think.


    Jimmie was her brother. That jerk who had pointed a finger in her face and screamed at her to get out was her brother?


    No. It didn''t feel right.


    Juniper jabbed at the screen, closing the email and opening WhatsApp. [Are you sure this report is urate?]


    Her subordinate replied: [Boss, there are rarely any issues with the equipment at our base.]


    He added: [Of course, a blood sample would provide more urate results.]


    Juniper clutched her phone, leaned her head back against the wall, and stared up at the sky, feeling utterly defeated.


    “Juniper, what''s wrong?" Queenie asked, her round eyes fixed on her with confusion. It was like she''d been frozen in ce.


    Juniper suddenly shot to her feet and began shoving her things haphazardly into her backpack.


    “Juniper, we have physics tutoring this afternoon," Qadir reminded her softly, looking at her with concern. Her expression was terrifying.


    "I have something to do," Juniper said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and marching straight to Keith''s office. "Sir, I need to request leave."


    Keith looked up and saw it was Juniper. He immediately opened his desk drawer and pulled out a prepared test paper. "Do this."


    “Okay.” Juniper didn''t argue. She took out a pen and sat down opposite the old man. "What score do I need this time?"


    "Hmm?" Keith paused, hesitating for a moment. This was a paper from a physicspetition. He had given it to all his top students, and the pass rate was less than sixty percent. Thest test had been difficult, but perhaps Juniper had gotten lucky with the multiple-choice questions, and the long-answer questions she chose were rtively basic. This time, even he had to think through some of the problems.


    "Sixty points will be enough," Keith said, not wanting to make it too hard for her. If she could score sixty on this, the college entrance exam would be a cakewalk.


    "Deal." A faint smile yed on Juniper''s lips as she picked up her pen and began to read the questions.


    Keith put down his cup and watched her intently, not even blinking. He had seriously doubted the resultsst time, suspecting she might have looked up the answers. This time, he was determined to see for himself.


    One minute passed. Three minutes. Five minutes...


    Juniper held her pen but made no move to write, instead flipping the paper back and forth, examining it several times.


    Keith''s brow furrowed in deep suspicion. Could it be thatst time really was a fluke? Was he happy for nothing?


    Just as doubt began to creep in, Juniper lowered her head and finally started writing. She barely nced at the questions, her pen flying across the page as she filled in A, B, C, D. After finishing the multiple-choice section, she moved on to the long-answer problems, again writing down the solutions without seeming to read the questions.


    Fifteen minutester, she stopped, gave the paper a satisfied once-over, and handed it to Keith.


    "Ahem."


    Keith quickly put on his reading sses and eagerly grabbed his pen. With a flurry


    of strokes, he marked check after check. All correct!