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

to Clara's

"Lemira..."

it was poison. Lemira released her, while the latter rushed

"What's wrong? Is

if you don't drink it, you won't

came Jackson, in a dress and wig, obviously

you? Dare ask me to lick your shoeschuh?

it. Then, she will have

destroyed like her. She was eager to see how Lemira deserved the school goddess once turning into

and sleep with me. Otherwise, I'm not above hitting

straight at Jackson's face. He was dazed by

swift kick,

get

you, even you go to do prostitution and no one would spare you

passed out, furiously getting up, "You'll pay for this,

directly stomped on him, dragging him to the dorm door and throwi him out! As he lay in the hallway, panic washed

face.