Inside Era Media, the backup dancers saw the grim-faced man stalking toward them, radiating fury, and their eyes lit up with excitement.


    See? They knew it. Mr. Tate was obsessed with his sister''s memory; he''d never tolerate someone like Lunar tarnishing it. He was here to put her in her ce.


    "Mr. Tate-" one greeted.


    "Mr. Tate" another chimed in.


    They all fell in line behind him, puffed up with self-importance, now that they had someone powerful on their side.


    Jimmie, however, was so focused on seeing his sister that he didn''t even notice them. He stopped abruptly at the studio door and turned, his menacing gaze sweeping over the crowd behind him.


    The sight of his murderous expression stopped them in their tracks. He looked terrifying. Thest time they''d seen him look like that was in a movie where he yed a psychopathic killer. If he was this angry, Lunar was in for a world of hurt.


    The dancers practically vibrated with anticipation, gathering at the transparent ss wall of the adjacent studio to watch the show.


    At the door, the usuallyposed Jimmie found his palms sweating and his back soaked in cold sweat. A profound anxiety gripped him, unsure if his sister would ever forgive him. He made a silent vow: he would do anything, absolutely anything, if she would just forgive him.


    After a few moments, he managed to steel himself, pushing down his fear and mustering the courage to open the door.


    The first thing he saw was a slender, simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar figure. The girl had her back to him, sitting on a sofa with her long legs elegantly crossed. One hand rested on the armrest, tapping a light rhythm, while the other casually cracked open a nut. She was in a good mood, happilyining about him.


    "What kind of girl would be blind enough to fall for a guy with a personality like his?" she muttered. He was lucky he was her brother. Otherwise, with that foul temper of his, she''d beat him up every time she saw him. And she wouldn''t hold back.


    Mid-rant, the door creaked open. She didn''t turn around, but the girl sitting opposite her jumped to her feet in fright.


    "M-Mr. Tate!" The fan was so terrified by his sudden appearance that she stammered.


    Oh no. She had just been enthusiastically agreeing with Master Lunar''sints. Had he heard?


    Juniper didn''t turn, focusing on finishing the remaining nuts in front of her. It would be a waste not to.


    "Master Lunar, Mr. Tate is here!" the fan whispered urgently, trying to warn her. "You should stop eating!"


    Mr. Tate was a notorious neat freak and hated people eating in the dance studios. Someone had once gotten an earful for just having a lollipop.


    And here was Master Lunar, not only eating but also badmouthing him while doing it. She had just walked straight into a minefield.


    "Don''t rush me, I''m almost done," Juniper said with a slight arch of her brow, her tonezy and unconcerned, a clear sign she couldn''t care less about the man behind her.


    What? The fan watched in horror as Master Lunar, instead of stopping, poured the rest of the nuts out of the bag. Her brain simply shut down.


    "You can go," Jimmie said, his eyes fixed on his sister''s back. His voice was unconsciously gentle.


    "Oh, yes, sir." Seeing Mr. Tate''s stone-cold expression, the girl nodded weakly. As she left, she desperately tried to catch Juniper''s eye, but Juniper pointedly ignored her. The fan felt like she was about to faint. This was going to be an all-out war. From the ss room, Elvira and the others watched, their faces filled with contempt.