The Top Score That Brought The Army Chapter 10

The Top Score That Brought The Army Chapter 10

Yana took another sudden step back, a look of pure disgust spreading across her face.

She bit her lip, shooting a quick glance at the four deathly pale heirs before jerking her gaze away, her voice

rising sharply.

“I never liked any of them! They did all those things on their own. I never asked them to hurt anyone!”

Amon snapped his head up, staring at her in shock. “But you… you said you cared for each of us. You went along with everything we did…”

“Did I?” Yana cut him off, putting on an innocent look. “You must have misremembered. I never said any of

that.”

“Besides, how could you hurt a classmate? That’s horrifying.”

She turned toward my parents, her tone breathless with anxiety. “Sir, Ma’am, they should take responsibility for their own actions! I really knew nothing about this.”

“I’m just an ordinary student from a broke family. I have nothing to do with any of this.”

She swallowed hard, shooting a timid glance at the revolver in Mom’s hand.

“Um… can I leave now?”

All four boys changed color at once.

Amon’s mouth pressed into a hard line.

Wayne dropped his gaze.

Magnus turned his head and let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh.

Asher sat on the ground in total silence.

Watching this sudden, dramatic shift, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “Well, boys, looks like you lost.”

Yana blinked, confused. “Lost what?”

I kindly explained the wager to her.

Yana’s face turned whiter by the second.

She turned to the four boys, trying desperately to backtrack.

“I… I was just scared! You have rich, powerful families to back you up, but I have nothing!”

“You understand why I said that, right?”

Yet all four boys turned away at the same time. Not one of them spared her another glance as they trundled

off, brokenspirited.

Yana stood there, frozen and lost.

Word spread fast.

News that I was the mafia principessa swept through the school, hotter than any piece of gossip.

Once again, I was left completely alone.

No one dared sit next to me in class.

Students scattered whenever I walked down the hallway, barely daring to breathe in my presence.

I sighed and redirected my frustration into studying.

I ground out practice exams day and night, doing nothing but solving problems from morning till evening.

Time flew by, and SAT day finally arrived.

Dad was ten times more nervous than I was.

He woke me up at four in the morning, checking my ID, admission ticket, and pencils a dozen times to make sure nothing was missing.

When I stepped outside, my jaw dropped.

The entire street was shut down.

Hundreds of black sedans lined both sides of the road, while dozens of helicopters hovered overhead just to clear the path for me.

I arrived at the testing center without a single delay.

Stepping out from the exam hall, I was met by my parents, who’d been on edge this whole time.

They closed in on me from either side, their four eyes fixed unblinkingly on me.

“How was it?”

“It was fine.”

Dad frowned, unsatisfied. “What does ‘fine’ mean…”

Before he could finish, Mom slapped the back of his head. “Shut up. No matter how our girl scores, the Caines have already struck gold.”

On score release day, my parents stared at the screen.

I entered my registration number and clicked search.

The page loaded.

The moment they saw the numbers, their eyes widened like saucers.

A perfect score.