“Oh?” Juniper watched Shanley, her clear eyes suddenly deepening.


    "Someone''s been asking around about the shipwreck from over a decade ago,” Shanley said, pausing for a moment before adding softly, "They specifically mentioned... a little girl rescued by a fishing boat.”


    "Clink."


    Juniper was eating an orange slice, but at his words, it slipped from her fingers and fell back onto the te with a soft sound.


    All records of the shipwreck were supposed to have been destroyed. Very few people knew what happened, let alone that she had been rescued by a fishing boat.


    “Are you saying..." Juniper''s lips moved, but the words felt stuck in her throat.


    "Yes," Shanley said, gently stroking her hair in a soothing gesture. “Juniper, the people looking for you... might be your family."


    It could be her parents, or her siblings. Which meant his Juniper was about to have more people to dote on her.


    "For now, just focus on the race. Your brother and I will handle the family matter."


    Jimmie was the one who had discovered this, and they had waited until they were sure some rtives were alive before telling her.


    Family? Juniper sat there, her mind aplete nk. She was still getting used to having one brother... Wasn''t this all happening a little too fast?


    The next afternoon, Juniper went to the training grounds as usual, only to be stopped at the entrance.


    “Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering the training area."


    Unauthorized? Who? Her? What a joke!


    "Since when does F1 have that rule?" Juniper tilted her head back, her fair face turning icy as she spoke with a sharp edge. The facilities here weren''t top-tier; assistants were usually allowed to apany drivers.


    "Since today," a maic male voice sounded from behind her. "Is there a problem?"


    Juniper turned to see Melvin, dressed in his racing suit and holding a helmet, staring


    at her coldly. "This is not a ce for you," he said bluntly.


    Her face was too striking, too distracting for the drivers. Kurt, in particr, was at a critical stage of his training and couldn''t afford any disturbances More importantly, the track was aplex and dangerous ce. A young girl like her would just end up getting hurt and crying about it. Who had time for that?


    Juniper arched an eyebrow, a humorlessugh escaping her lips. Not a ce for her? This dump? She could driveps around it with her eyes closed. Back when she was mastering this track, this poser was probably still ying in a mud puddle somewhere.


    It was obvious he was targeting her.


    "Someone get her out of here," Melvin ordered a nearby security guard, not bothering to exin further. A little scare was usually enough to make girls like her run off.


    "F1 Regtions, Section Three, Part


    Three, Article Seventy: During apetitor''s training session, the number of personnel present on the track may be reasonably adjusted..." Juniper took off her cap, revealing her full face as she recited the rulebook from memory.


    Seeing her clearly, Melvin was taken aback for a second, more surprised than anything. Her face looked... familiar. And how did she know the F1 regtions in such detail?


    "Part Five, Article One: Any


    modification topetition rules


    must be submitted to the Racing Committee for approval at least two weeks in advance," Juniper continued, standing her ground, her Voice calm and her argument wless. "So, which is it? Are you dense, or just illiterate?"


    Melvin was left speechless, unable to argue.