Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1605

Juniper frowned.

If she remembered correctly, he specialized in urology, right?

She really hadn't delved much into that field.

She wouldn't be of any help.

“Why are you asking me? Go find someone else.” Juniper was convinced his brain was broken.

If she examined another man's private parts in the morning, Shanley would have the guy sent to the morgue by noon.

“Wait, wait, don't hang up.”

The man hurriedly stopped her. Intent on getting revenge for that kick all those years ago, he dragged out his words: “The consultation is about a vasectomy.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Juniper's patience completely snapped. She ground out through gritted teeth, “Next time we cross paths, you better hope I don't see you.”

“Aren't you even a little curious who it is?” The man dropped the act and revealed the truth: “The CEO of the Schwartz Group, Shanley Schwartz.”

“What did you say?”

Juniper paused mid-motion, the annoyance in her eyes instantly freezing over. She gritted her teeth. “Say that again.”

“Your husband.”

The doctor scratched his head, lowering his voice. “Mr. Schwartz really does love you. To make sure you never have to go through the pain of childbirth, he's willing to get a vasectomy.”

“But Goddess, did you even know about this?”

Juniper stayed silent.

*Heh.*

That dog had learned how to act first and ask for forgiveness later.

“He scheduled the surgery for a week from now,” the doctor murmured. “His assistant booked the appointment, assuming I wouldn't recognize him, but I saw right through it.”

“Goddess, it's a good thing we know each other, so I could tip you off.” The man sounded quite pleased with himself. “Otherwise...”

“Thanks. I'll send you that research data once I'm back.”

Juniper rubbed her temples, her voice dropping low. “On the day of the surgery, make sure I get to see him personally.”

Dr. Holt: “No problem!!!”

—

The day of the competition.

Tucker and Juniper led the Eclara University students into the venue.

The fans clamoring for autographs and photos were finally dispersed by security.

A staff member from the organizing committee looked at Juniper with a bright, apologetic smile. “Goddess, how about you sit in the front row?”

Otherwise, it would be far too easy for her to accidentally start a riot.

Ever since her identity as an elite hacker was exposed, resourceful netizens had dug up every single piece of software she had ever developed.

The level of worship was absolutely off the charts.

Half the people in the venue today were only there to see her.

The organizers were kicking themselves.

They had been so focused on banning her from competing that they forgot they should have banned her from showing up entirely.

“Sure.”

Juniper then led Tucker to the VIP seats in the very front row.

“Whoa—”

Tucker sat down heavily and marveled, “These are so soft.”

Sticking with the Goddess really meant living the high life.