At noon, as soon as she left school, Juniper''s phone rang. It was from theb.


    "Boss, the results for the DNA sample you sent are in."


    "Email the report to me."


    Hanging up, Juniper opened her email. Theb was fast; the full report was already there. Taking a deep breath, she opened the file.


    A smile spread across her face as she read the conclusion. It was wonderful. She had another blood rtive in this world. She suddenly found herself looking forward to seeing Melvin''s reaction when he found out.


    With that thought, she hailed a cab and headed straight for the racing association.


    Thirty minutester, the car pulled up, and Juniper could see Melvin waiting for her at the entrance.


    "J," he said with a gentle smile, personally opening the car door for her. "You must be hungry after ss."


    In his heart, Melvin truly saw her as a younger sister. For some reason, he just loved talking to her and being around her.


    “Yeah, a little,” Juniper nodded, her eyes asionally flicking to his face.


    "I''ve already had lunch prepared," Melvin said, reaching out to take her backpack, mimicking a gesture he''d seen Shanley do.


    “It''s okay,” Juniper said, shaking her head and clutching the bag tightly. “I can carry it myself." Shanley had bought her this bag, and it held the candy and bottle she cherished.


    Melvin''s hand met empty air, and he gave a slightly awkward smile.


    It was Saturday, and the racing association was officially closed for the weekend. Besides Melvin and his assistant the entire building was empty. With the security cameras turned off as well, Juniper didn''t bother with a disguise and walked in openly.


    "Let''s eat first, Melvin said, leading her to the conference room where an impressive spread of food wasid out on the tablele sat down opposite her and handed her a knife and fork. "We can discuss this year''s development n after we eat."


    For the past three years, with J''s retirement and no other star drivers to lead the association, many promising racers had been poached by other countries for huge sums of money. The ones who remained, aside from Kurt were mediocre at best. To restore their former glory, a


    solid n was crucial. That''s why Melvin had asked her here.


    "Okay.” Juniper sat down obediently, her eyes fixed on the delicious-looking food. It was fragrant, and made her mouth water.


    "Go on, eat,” Melvin said, picking up his own utensils and piling food onto her te. Juniper didn''t hold back, eating with gusto.


    Watching the empty tes pile up in front of her, Melvin frowned. Didn''t Shanley feed her enough? How could she eat so much? The thought only deepened his dislike for the older man.