Could he be one of her long-lost brothers?

Juniper stared, carefully observing the man before her. She and Jimmie looked so much alike. As for Melvin... not so much.

Was she overthinking things?

"Okay," Juniper said, not asking any more questions. She simply left him with the words, "I'll get back to you within the day."

Back in the lounge, she picked up her phone and messaged Luella Langley: [Run a check on Melvin Steele for me.]

She'd know soon enough if he was another one of her surprise brothers.

After changing, Juniper went to the infirmary.

"J-J! The legendary J!"

Seeing her, Kurt, who had been lying on the bed looking like life had lost all meaning, immediately shot upright, stammering her name.

Who would have thought that the person who taught him his techniques was his idol, J. He truly had been blind. No wonder Juniper could dominate a superbike worth a fortune on a beat-up old scooter. And he'd actually wanted to challenge her... The thought made him wish the ground would swallow him whole.

"Yeah," Juniper acknowledged with a slight lift of her chin.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"A fracture, but nothing too serious. He just needs to rest for a while," Shanley said, getting up to give Juniper his chair. He stood beside her as she sat. "Sit here."

"Oh." Juniper glanced at him, obediently sat down, and instinctively handed him her backpack to hold.

"Juniper..." Kurt was on the verge of tears, his eyes red with grievance.

"Those sons of bitches from Yalania Country played dirty. And your accident midway through the race-I'm sure they were responsible for that too," Kurt said, clenching his fists in anger. "But the problem is... Ghoul said there are gaps in the track's surveillance footage. A lot of it is missing. They sent the video back to headquarters for restoration, but they couldn't fix it."

They were all racers; everyone could see through these cheap tricks. It was obviously Yalania Country. But because the incident involved Orient Country, the headquarters, which already looked down on them, naturally sided with the other team. When they said it couldn't be restored the final word.

twas be

The official conclusion was that

Yalania Country was not involved,

unless Orient Country could produce irrefutable evidence.

Missing surveillance footage? A cold sneer escaped Juniper's lips. If she remembered correctly, this was the third time Yalania Country had pulled something like this. Was this pathetic trick the only one they knew?

According to the rules, three malicious racing incidents would result in a permanent ban. Not just from international circuits, but from any competition worldwide. Yalania Country would be disqualified for good.

Juniper's gaze fell on the broadcast. Ghoul was arguing his case, but the result was the same: the footage was missing and couldn't be restored. They were betting that even if everyone suspected the Yalania team, no one could prove it. The matter would likely end unresolved, just like the last two times.

On the screen the three little bastards from Yalania Country were laughing and joking without a carezin the world. Even though they lost this race, the worst they faced was being barred from the next 1 season. But with ther methods," they could probably fight their way back up from smaller competitions in a few years. Who knew how many other racers they would harm in the

process.

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"If I ever get the chance to race against those scumbags again, I won't let them off

easy," Kurt gritted out, feeling both furious and helpless.

"A chance?" Juniper lazily averted her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice a mix of languor and ice. "I don't think they'll ever have the chance to get on a track again."

"Juniper, what do you mean?" Kurt looked at her sharply, confused.

"Time to teach them a lesson." Juniper smiled faintly and pulled out her phone, dialing Ghoul. "Tell the headquarters and the judges we have the original video."

"The original video?" Ghoul's voice was hoarse from arguing. Fearing he'd misheard, he reminded her, "The appeal window is only fifteen minutes. Even if we found a master hacker, there wouldn't be enough time."