With that, Kurt, not wanting to disturb their tender moment any longer, wisely took his leave, closing the door behind him.


    Now, the two of them were alone in the room, and the silence was a bit awkward.


    "Juniper..." Shanley turned his head, his warm gaze fixed on the girl, "Do you know


    J?"


    Juniper''s expression stiffened slightly. She pursed her lips and said very seriously, "No, I don''t."


    J was J. What did J have to do with Juniper? Three years ago, she had fractured her leg in a racing ident. Her grandfather, worried sick, had stayed by her bedside for three days without sleep, nearly copsing from exhaustion. She had promised him then that she would never engage in such a dangerous sport again. She couldn''t break her promise.


    "You really don''t know J?"


    Ever since discovering the girl''s multiple hidden talents, Shanley hade to believe she was a genius, a treasure trove of skills. Kurt''s racing ability, while not world-ss, was at least top-tier. For her to beat him on an electric scooter was no small feat.


    Faced with his questioning, Juniper couldn''t be bothered to respond. "You should get back to your event. I''m going home."


    "Okay.” Shanley picked up her bag and stood up with her. "I''ll have Flint drive you."


    His grandmother''s party would go on for a while longer, and she would just be bored here.


    “Alright,” Juniper replied nonchntly. To avoid anymotion, she followed Flint out through a side door.


    As fate would have it, Jerrold and Ynda were seated right next to that exit. Lost in their own thoughts, they happened to nce over and spot a familiar figure.


    "Juniper? What is she doing here?" Ynda eximed in surprise.


    The white-haired man walking in front of her must be her sugar daddy.


    "Jerrold, didn''t you have someone investigate the man who''s sponsoring my sister? Who is he?" Ynda''s fists clenched, her teeth nearly grinding to dust. Anyone who could attend the Schwartz family''s barquet was no ordinary person. Hád Juniper reallytched onto someone from the upper crust?


    "Yes." Jerrold''s eyes were also fixed on Juniper, filled not just with a sense of possession, but with a deep-seated hatred.


    He pulled out his phone and called his private investigator to check on the progress. But the answer he received was startling.


    "Who did you say he is?"


    Ynda''s palms grew even sweatier. Had that little tramp Juniper really hit the jackpot? The thought of Juniper one day being able to look down on her made Ynda''s breath catch in her throat, her eyes burning with jealousy.


    "A driver?" Jerrold''s tension eased, and a faint smile touched his lips. "I''ll transfer the money to you shortly."


    After that, he hung up.


    "He''s Shanley''s driver,” Jerrold announced, his voice dripping with contempt. He''d thought it would be someone important...


    Still, the Schwartz family was incredibly wealthy, and this driver


    ave


    had been by Shanley''s side for years it was possible he was involved in the attack on the Lonsdale family''s stock. As a trusted aide, getting Shanley to do a small favor wouldn''t be out of the question.


    "A driver?"


    Hearing this, Ynda couldn''t help but burst outughing. She had really overestimated Juniper. She


    thought would at least be


    wealthy businessman, but a driver? As expected of someone with no ss, Juniper didn''t even know how to pick a proper man.


    Jerrold, however, looked meaningfully in the direction Juniper had gone. A driver, was he? In that case, he had even less to worry about. This time, he would make Juniper get on her knees and beg for mercy.