At that same moment, on the other side of the city, Melvin woke up from a


    nightmare, his forehead slick with sweat. He had dreamt of the shipwreck again— the one that had killed his parents and torn his family apart.


    His phone rang, piercing the silence. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he answered. "Hello?"


    "Sir, we have preliminary results from the DNA sample you sent," his assistant''s voice came through the line.


    "And?" Melvin sat bolt upright, his body tense.


    After Juniper had left the coffee shop the other day, he had found a few strands of her hair on the table. Since all his background checks on her hade up empty, a DNA test seemed like the fastest way to get answers. He was so desperate to find his sister that he couldn''t afford to ignore any possibility. He had sent the hair to theb that very day.


    "They said that based on the current analysis, there are a significant number of gic simrities,” the assistant said, his own voice filled with excitement. "Of all the potential candidates we''ve tested, the match between you and J is by far the highest."


    Though the analysis wasn''tplete, it was a spark of hope.


    "What did Binary Oracle say?" Melvin asked, his fist clenching, unable to contain his excitement.


    "They said they''ll have news for you in the next day or two," the assistant replied. "They sounded very confident. The person is in Era City, they just need to confirm the identity."


    His sister was in Era City, he thought Juniper resembled his sister, and now their DNA showed a high degree of simrity... The conviction that the girl might be his sister grew stronger with each passing moment.


    "Understood." Melvin nced at the time. It was noon.


    Juniper would be on her lunch break. He had to go see her.


    Hanging up the phone, Melvin changed into a fresh set of clothes and headed for Aurora High School.


    At that moment, Juniper, Qadir, Queenie, and Dolce were just leaving the cafeteria.


    “Come on, milkshakes are on me,” Qadir announced boisterously, herding the group towards the school gate.


    Queenie and Dolce said nothing, looking to Juniper for the final decision.


    "Milkshakes?" Juniper tucked her hands in her pockets and tilted her chin upzily. "I was thinking of another round of fried chicken."


    The cafeteria food today had been terrible. She was still hungry.


    "Let''s go, let''s go!"


    The four of them chatted happily as they walked towards the snack street. They had just ced their order and were waiting at the milkshake shop when a male voice called out from behind them.


    "Juniper."


    All four of them turned in unison to look at the man.


    "H-holy crap." Qadir, a huge racing fan, recognized him instantly. "Is that Melvin? Am


    I seeing things?"


    “No, that''s him,” Queenie confirmed.


    They had secretly watched the F race live in ss just a few days ago. "That race was insane, so thrilling. Melvin''s skiffs are unbelievable." Content Belongs


    "Melvin is good, I guess, but I like J more," Dolce chimed in, her round cheeks puffing out as she offered a staunch rebuttal. "J is way cooler Especially that moment J walked out of the fire-it was better than any action movie."


    At the mention of J, Dolce''s cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes shining


    with adoration. It was the first F1 race she had ever watched, and she had beenpletely captivated by J. From now on was her idol, ane she wouldn''t let anyone say a bad word about J.


    "You''re right,” Queenie said, quickly cating her. "Our J is definitely the best."


    Taking on a race at thest minute and winning first ce? No one could steal that spotlight.