When They Beg, I Rise!

Chapter 298

The sight of Jackson's smug face made her so nauseous she couldn't even stomach her dinner.

What a classic jerk!

After a grueling workout session, Lemira trudged back to her dorm, exhausted to the bone. All she wanted was a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

Timing her return perfectly, Lemira went to fill her cup, only to find the water cooler bone dry. Licking her parched lips, she regretted not picking up some water on her way back. "Lemira, I got some soda. Have some."

Clara extended a bottle towards her. Lemira glanced at it but didn't take it.

Anxious, Clara said, "Lemira, I admit I was out of line this afternoon. Please, let's not fight over this."

Taking the bottle, Lemira twisted it open but halted at Clara's hopeful gaze.

Tsk! She put the bottle back down.

Clara was visibly nervous, "Lemira, why aren't you drinking? Are you still mad at me?"

"If you apologize now, Clara, maybe there's still a chance."

I

bottle, Lemira forced it to

"Lemira..."

released her, while the latter rushed aside, trying to spit it

coldly, "What's wrong?

"Even if you don't drink it, you won't escape today!" Her eyes brimmed

the balcony swung open. Out came

acted all high and mighty today, didn't you? Dare ask me to lick your shoeschuh? Later I'll let you lick something for

record it. Then, she will have to listen

see how Lemira deserved the school goddess once

approached Lemira, "Better just submit, and sleep with me. Otherwise, I'm not above hitting

back before launching a powerful punch straight at Jackson's face. He was

a swift kick,

get

you go to do prostitution and no one would spare you a glance, so repulsive and sleazy you

getting up, "You'll pay for this,

and throwi him out! As he

face.