chapter 14 What If I Can Actually Do It?
Jean couldn’t shCake the feeling that someone might already be watching her every move
Whoever it was knew a lot–right down to the Hope Cup
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After school.
Jean was quietly organizing her backpack.
Knock knock.
Someone gently tapped the edge of her desk.
She looked up.
Lacey stood there, poised and <b>towering </b>over her<b>. </b>“Jean<b>, </b><b>have </b><b>you </b><b>made </b><b>a </b>decision yet? What’s your answer?”
Her smile was <b>faint</b>, but her eyes were cold. “If you’re still refusing, then I’ll just have to find <b>another </b>way to make you say yes”
“No need to go that far. Jean calmiy zipped up her bag. “I’ll participate in the Hope Cup.”
Lacey blinked in surprise.
She hadn’t expected Jean–who’d been stubborn as a rock–to suddenly give in.
“Is it because of Sofia?” Lacey’s gaze sharpened, her toneced with mockery. “Someone like you growing a conscience and thinking of others?<b>” </b>
In her mind, Jean was already saying no.
Sofia wasn’t the real reason. It was the iron slip with that engraved message <b>that </b>forced her hand.
Whoever <b>had </b>etched that message clearly wanted her in the Hope Cup finals.
Jean <b>didn’t </b>know who they were or what their connection to the host was—were they coborators? Enemies? A <b>threat</b>?
If she disobeyed, <b>would </b><b>they </b>retaliate? Would <b>she </b>be in danger<b>? </b>
She was out in the open. The other <b>side </b>was hidden in the dark. If things went south, Jean would have zero advantage.
More importantly, joining the Hope Cup might be her only shot at <b>digging </b>up <b>clues</b><b>, </b><b>at </b>unraveling <b>even </b>a sliver of this bizarre mystery.
And she sure as hell wasn’t about to bring this stuff up to the Ginger family.
These secrets belonged to the host. Telling these “family members” she <b>barely </b>trusted–people <b>who </b>might one day turn against her—was <b>a </b>terrible idea.
Even when she’d asked Winston for help, she’d only seen him <b>as </b>a temporary tool. There was no emotional attachment there.
“Then you’ll join rehearsal today—” Lacry tapped the desk <b>again</b>, cold as ever Jean’s thoughts were cut <b>short</b>.
She blinked, then smiled sweetly. “Not today, I mean, do trees really need rehearsal? I’ll just stand still. That’s the whole <b>point</b>,
“I join rehearsals when it’s closer to the finals.”
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“What’s wrong? You mad about it! Want to kick me out? Go ahead.” Jean’s smile was dazzling. “Saves me the trouble of quitting
She brushed past Lacey and walked out of the ssroom
Rehearsals meant more time spent with Lacey’s crew, which meant more passive–aggressive torment. The less time arou them, the better.
As soon
nas she got home, Dominic was at it again
Besides that teacher and the prank boy, has anyone else given you trouble:” Dominic stood in front of her, patience unusually intact
The events of the past few days had made him realize that Jean’s life at school wasn’t exactly smooth sailing
It was something he should’ve noticed sooner.
He felt guilty–and more than that, he wanted to fix it. The principal had done everything he could to exin that what happened was just a misunderstanding, a coincidence. He swore Jean was well–liked and the ss had a great atmosphere
Dominic didn’t believe a word of it.
Jean stared into her brother’s dark eyes and sighed inwardly
What exactly turned this once–mighty CEO into a full–time helicopter mom in just a <i>few </i>days? Was it the loss of moral integrity? Or just th natural decay of the human soult
Dominic was puzzled.
“It’s not a big deal,” Jean said breezily “School is whatever. I’m going to my room now.”
She slipped away before Dominic could grill her for another hour.
She really didn’t want him getting too involved.
First, she didn’t want her identity as the Ginger family heiress getting out. If Dominic made too much noise, her cover would be blown in no time.
Second, the current situation was still under control. No need to send in the boss monster just yet. If he started digging into school matters-
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was feeling a little defeated
In a single day, he’d been rejected by both his brother <b>and </b>his sister. For someone who used to run everything like <b>a </b>king, this
a brutal blow
After a long <b>pause</b>, he dialed Winston’s number agam.
Sume result Straight to voicemail
He closed his eyes for a second before finally hanging up
“Sir this kind of thing takes <b>time</b>.”
Bryson had been standing by the whole time and couldn’t help stepping in tofort his boss.
as expressionless. He stare
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nuttering. “Dealing with these kids is harder than closing a
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Dominic set his phone down and replied casually. “If someone actually gets him toe home. I’ll hand them 690 the on the spot.
“Wait–you’re serious?”
Jean had juste downstairs and caught thatst part.
Her eyes <b>instantly </b>lit <b>up</b>. She bolted over to Dominic like a rocket.
Right now, her brain was fixated on just three words-
Sir hundred ny thousand
Those words practically sparkled in gold and pped their wings, waving at her from across a golden meadow<b>. </b>
“<b>What </b>are you talking about?” Dominic asked, a little confused.
Jean’s whole face was <b>glowing </b>“You said just now–if someone can get Winston toe home, you’ll give them 690 <b>thousand</b>.
That had just been a figure of speech.
Dominic knew full well that no one could <b>convince </b>Winston toe back.
That guy’s heart <b>was </b>colder than steel these days.
And the money? Not even a big deal. He could afford to throw it <b>away </b>
“Shame. <b>That </b>money’s staying right where it is,” Dominic said quietly, his tone heavy.
“Says who?” Jean smiled, eyes <b>glearning </b>with confidence. “What if I told you–I could do it?”
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