When They Beg, I Rise!

Chapter 302

Lemira was enjoying a rare sleep-in when the shrill ring of her phone cut through the air. Glancing at the caller ID, she recognized it as possibly belonging to the Sinclair family's lawyer. She got up and walked over to the balcony, and answered the call.

"Lemira, this incident with Jackson - it was your orchestration, wasn't it? Taking on the Sinclairs so brazenly won't end well for you. It could even drag your family into this mess!" Family?

Lemira's voice was calm, "I didn't force Jackson to cross-dress into the girls' dorm. Besides, he gave me some dirt on the Sinclairs last night, begging for mercy."

The lawyer's tone edged into panic, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Believe it or not, that's your problem."

Lemira hung up squarely, a smirk spreading across her face. She had said it on purpose, knowing full well the Sinclairs would stir trouble for Jackson. She had no intention of letting that scumbag off easy.

Scrolling through her phone, she saw that last night's dorm incident had exploded online. Everyone was talking about it, and given Jackson's role as captain of the Orvin Team, it had even caught the gaming community's eye - unsurprisingly, he was the one getting flamed.

Lemira decided to sift through the data she'd gotten from Jackson the night before on her computer, looking for evidence of the Sinclairs' money laundering. That would keep them from acting rashly.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Janice opened it to find a few female teachers stepping in, "We heard about last night's incident here, so we wanted to ask what exactly happened?"

noticed Clara hiding under her bed canopy, probably

no idea someone was hiding in the bathroom. He just

to Lemira, "Is that

about to respond, Clara abruptly threw back

a hoarse whisper,

room because he was bitter about being

expression darkened, "Clara, do you

shrank back, "But it's

closed, feeling

lips twisted into a cold smile. She hadn't planned to counter. Janice or

"So, Lemira, was him searching you in the girls' dorm all because of some personal

and found we were out of water, Clara handed me a tampered bottle just as

promised Janice you wouldn't rat me

play dirty, why should I hold back? I'm no saint. Why should I

laid out

happening the previous night,