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Jessi Whitman stared intently at Xaviera Evans, then turned to Mag Evans and said, “Mag is right. Let’s go first.”

“Wait—”

Xaviera spoke calmly, “Are you two leaving already? Did you forget something?”

Jessi’s back stiffened.

Xaviera reminded her coolly, “The loser is supposed to kneel and apologize at the school gate. Oh, and you also should call me Daddy. Just now, you thought I was the loser, so you kept urging me to hurry up and go. You even said that if you lost, you wouldn’t hesitate and would accept the bet. Now, your chance to accept the bet has come.”

Jessi was furious. How dare this bitch ask her to kneel!

Mag’s eyes shifted, and she realized that Jessi was the one who would kneel, which had little to do with herself. But she didn’t want Xaviera to be too pleased. She could only imagine how much Xaviera’s reputation would rise when the news of Jessi kneeling spread.

She wouldn’t give Xaviera any chance to stand out.

With that in mind, Mag approached softly, pretending to be a caring little sister, “Sister, Queena was just joking with you. She didn’t really want you to kneel at the school gate. Can’t you stop being so aggressive? You’ve won the bet and got a perfect score. Can’t you just let it go and not fuss over Queena?”

Many of the boys who had been brainwashed by Mag thought her words made sense. Xaviera was already the top student in the school and had made Jessi lose face. If she continued to force Jessi to kneel at the school gate, it would be too cruel.

As the saying goes, let bygones be bygones. Xaviera should just step back a little and stop forcing Jessi to kneel at the school gate.

Hearing Mag’s words, Xaviera scoffed, “My dear sister, have you developed dementia at such a young age? Did you forget what you said when Jessi thought she had won the bet?”

“You kept saying that the loser should accept the bet and kneel, and that being honest and keeping one’s word is the most basic principle of being a person. Why are you being so double-standard, little sister? If the loser is me, I have to follow the rules, but if the loser is Jessi, I have to be magnanimous and let her off?”

“Little sister, didn’t I warn you not to meddle in this bet between me and Jessi like a phony girl? Get away as far as you can?”

Mag’s face changed dramatically.

The surrounding students only now realized the discrepancy between Mag’s earlier words and her recent statement.

“What’s going on with Mag? When her sister lost, she kept urging Xaviera to kneel at the school gate. Now that Jessi lost, she asks her sister to be magnanimous and let Jessi go?

“Damn, did I just find out something I shouldn’t have? Mag always claims that she loves her sister the most, that she’s always believed in her sister, and supported her sister, but behind the scenes, she’s pushing her sister down the dead end?”

“So Mag is jealous? I always thought there’s no way there could be such an innocent and cute little sister in the world. Even though Xaviera took her position as Miss Evans when she returned, she still treated Xaviera kindly without any grudge… Now that I think about it, that’s all just on the surface! They’re plastic sisters! They act nice to each other in public, but behind the scenes, they’d rather see each other lose face and die!”

“Gosh, I just got goosebumps.”

The surrounding students whispered their thoughts, and Mag’s face kept changing. Her tears began to flow, and she sobbed miserably, “I didn’t… Sister, please don’t misunderstand me. I just thought that as a teacher, if you force your student to apologize, it might affect your reputation… I really didn’t mean to side with Queena. I was just considering your situation.”

She was speaking from Xaviera’s point of view to persuade her to give up the bet!

Her refutation seemed to make sense, and the students who had spoken earlier fell silent. But they still felt something was off about Mag’s words, as if they were not her true feelings…

“What are you doing?

At that moment, a furious roar broke the uneasy silence in the classroom.

Madame Evans, the old lady of the Evans family, stood at the door with her cane, her murky gaze sweeping over everyone in the classroom. She spoke sternly, “What are you doing around our Mag?!”

Mag sobbed pitifully, “Grandma… Wuu, how did you get here?”

Madame Evans immediately felt pity, “Don’t cry, our Mag has always been the most well-behaved. Don’t cry.”

Her gaze shifted around the room and finally landed on Xaviera.. She spoke with disgust, “Didn’t I warn you not to bully your sister?!”