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."

Lemira, I already

bottle, Lemira forced it to Clara's lips,

"Lemira..."

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

watched coldly, "What's wrong? Is the soda

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

door on the balcony swung open. Out came Jackson, in

all high and mighty today, didn't you? Dare ask

sinister, "Right, we'll record it. Then, she

see

just submit, and sleep with me. Otherwise,

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

a swift kick,

get

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

out, furiously getting

throwi him out! As he lay in the hallway, panic

face.