Harold Houston? The guy who had snatched her rare herb, stared at her for no reason, and then tried to strike up a conversation? He hadn''t seemed particrly bright. How could he possibly be the chosen sessor for the Orient Country Medical Association?


    Juniper''s brow furrowed. As she was pondering this, a low, maic voice sounded from behind her. "What are you spacing out about?”


    Shanley''s gaze fell on her phone screen. A friend request from Harold?


    It had taken him considerable effort—driving her to and from school, showering her


    with delicious food-just to earn the privilege of being a contact on her WhatsApp. Who did this Harold think he was? And how did he even get her number?


    “Juniper.......” Shanley''s smile vanished, reced by a dark cloud of gloom. His throat felt tight. "Why is he adding you?”


    Juniper looked up and met his resentful gaze.


    "He looks like trouble," Shanley grumbled, his voiceced with jealousy. "I bet he has ulterior motives. Delete him, Juniper."


    Lately, it felt like his days were spent fending off one rival after another. Why did everyone have their eyes on his girl? He had a powerful urge to hide her away at home, where no one else could see her.


    “Are you jealous?” Juniper asked, her red lips twitching as she blinked up at him.


    "You''re only just noticing?" Shanley gently tapped her forehead with his finger, a mixture of frustration and amusement in his eyes. "I''ve put my entire fortune on the line for you. Of course I''m scared of being abandoned."


    His entire fortune? Right, all that money. Juniper''s expression shifted.


    "You don''t have to worry about that. Even if he did have bad intentions, it wouldn''t work. We''re inpletely different generations,” she said, a yful curve to her lips. "Technically, he has to call me... Grandmaster."


    "Call you what?" Shanley asked, watching in confusion as she epted Harold''s friend request. As expected, a message from him popped up instantly.


    Harold: [Grandmaster, hello. I''m Harold Houston.]


    "Remember I told you I helped the president of the Orient Country Medical Association? Well, he insisted on making me his mas Juniper exined looking Shanley earnestly. "Harold is his student, so naturally, that makes me his Grandmaster."


    The president of the Orient Country Medical Association? Shanley''s eyes narrowed. He knew that old coot. The man was as stubborn as a rock and looked down on everyone. And he had willingly made Juniper his master? Shanley was suddenly very curious about how she had


    managed to tame him.


    "The association wants to secure a spot in the Global Medical Alliance Association this year. So he


    shamelessly begged me to help train his student Juniper finished her exnation, then looked at Shanley with a serious, slightly pouty expression. "I wasn''t the one who


    sought out Harold."


    Was she proactively exining herself to him?


    "I know," Shanley said with a nod, his mood instantly lifting. He was quite pleased.


    "Did you agree to help him?"


    "Not yet." Juniper picked up her phone and started typing.


    Juniper: [I can train him, but I have two conditions.]


    Baldy Fox: [Anything, my dear. You name it.]


    He knew she didn''t offer her help lightly. Whatever her conditions were, he''d agree.


    It was a blessing he''d been granted this chance at all.


    Juniper: [First, I want to test Harold''s skills. I don''t teach idiots.]


    Baldy Fox: [Absolutely! Just teach him. He''s all yours. You can hit him, scold him, whatever you want. Just leave him breathing for thepetition.]