"Name... your price?" Rachel stared at the man who had just appeared, his expression grim. She waspletely bewildered.


    Just moments ago, he was practically snarling at the mere mention of Master Lunar, looking like he wanted to eat someone alive. Now he was storming in here, ready to throw money around? What was wrong with him?


    "Join the music video production. Name your price," Jimmie repeated, catching his breath. His intense eyes were fixed on the girl, his voice devoid of any warmth.


    Jimmie was tall, well over six feet. Juniper, though not short, was sitting down and wearing a hat, so all he could see was the top of her head and her general silhouette. He didn''t bother getting a closer look; what she looked like didn''t matter to him. What mattered was that his sister liked her. In a couple of days, after he found his sister, he nned to introduce her to “Lunar” as a gift. His sister would be thrilled.


    Juniper, who had been nibbling on a chicken leg, paused. Hearing the man''s words, her brow furrowed. The chicken suddenly lost its vor.


    By now, Binary Oracle would have released her file. Cybeic Shadows should have already figured out her connection to Jimmie.


    So why was he rushing in here like this? Not to reunite with his sister, apparently. With that aggressive stance and icy expression, he looked more like he was here for revenge. A deep-seated one at that.


    "What do you mean?” Juniper lost her appetite. She tossed the chicken leg back onto the te and casually wiped her fingers, her tone just as cold as his.


    "You can name any price, but I have two conditions," Jimmie said, his patience thin. He harbored a deep resentment for the person who broke his sister''s photo frame and didn''t want to waste a single extra word on her.


    "First, you join the music video team as the lead choreographer and dancer."


    The production would take at least two weeks. That way, it would be convenient for his sister to meet her whenever she wanted.


    "And?” Juniper leaned back, wincing slightly as she bumped her sore arm.


    "My sister is a big fan of yours," Jimmie stated after a brief pause. "I want you to have a meal with her."


    Juniper''s heart skipped a beat, and she took a longer look at him. The first skip was because she was surprised at how much Jimmie genuinely cared for his "sister." The second was... a dawning, incredulous realization. She had been merciful, telling Binary Oracle to add the crucial keyword "Lunar" to her personal file. But Cybeic Shadows had clearly misinterpreted the clue. Instead of realizing Lunar was the sister, they''d concluded that the sister was a fan of Lunar.


    Ha. The leader of the Sigma Network had really raised a bunch of ipetent fools.


    So that''s why Jimmie was acting like a lunatic, one minute telling her to get lost, the next groveling with money for the sake of his "sister."


    And here she was, ready to forgive and forget and finally meet her brother, only for him to pull this stunt.


    Giving her an attitude, was he? Insulting her, “Lunar," with money?


    "Alright,” Juniper said, shifting slightly and feeling another twinge in her arm. "I hear Mr. Tate is a global superstar with an immense fortune. My price won''t be cheap.” "Here''s a check," Jimmie said impatiently, clearly wanting to be done with her. "“Fill it in yourself."


    Wow. Her brother was loaded. Money was Juniper''s favorite thing, so she happily took a pen and began to write, stroke by careful stroke, on the check.


    Rachel gasped as she saw the first number go down. Master Lunar was ying for keeps. But honestly, after all the grief Jimmie had caused her recently, she found herself feeling a little bit of schadenfreude.


    Jimmie, however, paid her no mind. He was absorbed in his phone, constantly


    checking for updates on his sister. His mind was consumed with a single thought: Almost there. I''m about to find my sister.