Chapter 98

The depth of his hatred for Lunar was terrifyingly clear.
Rachel sighed. She knew his sister held a special place in his heart, but she hadn’t realized he was this obsessed. She had no idea where this sister was or what she looked like, but if they ever did find her, Jimmie would undoubtedly spoil her rotten.
“If you turn Master Lunar away this time, you’ll burn this bridge for good. Are you sure about that?” Rachel made one last attempt, her expression strained. For a dance genius like Lunar to condescend to work on his music video… it was the luck of a lifetime.
The ungrateful, sister-obsessed fool!
Jimmie remained silent, his scowl saying it all. What bridge? If he had his way, he’d never hear the name “Lunar” again in his life.
“Fine!” After failing to persuade him, Rachel gave up. “I’ll go tell Master Lunar you’ve rejected her.”
She shut the door behind her and stomped away, muttering curses under her breath. She was in such a foul mood, she probably would have kicked a passing dog.
Twenty minutes later, Jimmie’s phone buzzed. It was a file from Cybernetic Shadows.
[Your sister is alive.]
[Your sister is in Eclara City.]
[Your sister is eighteen years old.]
And the last line: [Your sister’s idol is-Lunar!]
What? His sister’s idol was… Lunar?
The name slammed into his vision like a sharp sword, jolting his brain. If that was the case, and he had just antagonized Lunar, would his sister be angry with him? Would she refuse to acknowledge him? Would he lose his sister forever?
The realization hit him like a physical blow. Jimmie shot to his feet, phone in hand, and strode out of the room, dialing as he went.
“Mr. Tate, we still have one more set
“Get out of my way!” Jimmie shoved the director aside, his pace quickening as he bumped into several crew members.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Tate?”
Everyone in the studio stared in shock at the man who seemed to have lost control. The crew, many of whom had worked with him for years, were used to the calm, cool, and collected Mr. Tate. Today, he was like a different person. A scary person.
The line to Rachel’s phone just rang and rang. The second time, she hung up. The third time, he discovered she had blocked him.
“Dammit!” Jimmie’s brow furrowed as he frantically jabbed the elevator button, praying Rachel hadn’t gotten to Lunar yet.
…
Meanwhile, in another building at Era Media, Juniper was happily finishing her meal when she saw Rachel leaning against the doorframe, her eyes red.
No sign of Jimmie. It was clear what had happened.
That temper of his… she wondered who in the family he got it from. Definitely not her.
“Master Lunar, about that Rachel began, looking deeply apologetic but unsure how to explain. “He wants me to get lost again, right?” Juniper asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, a faint smile playing on her lips. It seemed Cybernetic Shadows hadn’t found any useful information yet.
“Well, not exactly Rachel grimaced. What Mr. Tate had actually said was much worse than just ‘get lost.’
“Master Lunar, please don’t be angry, his brain really just—”
BANG!
Before Rachel could finish, the door was thrown open with tremendous force.
“Name your price!”
A sweaty, pale-faced Jimmie stood in the doorway.
Juniper stared. So did Rachel.