She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 136

Someone who only managed a miserable 150 on the last exam—dead last in the whole school—really didn’t have much to brag about.

After all, they were students; grades were what mattered most.

No matter how good you were at anything else, it didn’t count for much here.

Tiffany tugged gently on Whitney’s sleeve and said with a laugh, “Come on, Whitney, give it a rest. Didn’t I tell you? She’s really something now—she even beat the Glenwood Gambling Deity. Why go looking for trouble?”

Celine chimed in, trying to smooth things over. “Don’t be like this, okay? My sister’s always been amazing. It’s not like you guys could ever…”

But before she finished, her voice trailed off and she lowered her head, looking helpless and anxious.

To everyone watching, she seemed torn—worried for her sister, but also fearful her friends would get hurt.

She played the sweet, caring friend to perfection.

That unfinished sentence left everyone with the impression that none of them could ever measure up to Sabrina.

Sabrina still hadn’t said a word, which only made Whitney glare at her with more defiance.

“What, are you scared? I came here today to challenge you to a bet.”

Sabrina glanced at her coolly. She had no time for these games—besides, it was obvious Whitney and Celine were in this together.

She had far more important things to deal with…

“Sabrina, what’s wrong? Too afraid to take me on?” Whitney’s taunt broke through her thoughts.

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed, and she replied, playing along, “What kind of challenge?”

Seeing her finally respond, Whitney shot a quick look at Elena and Uliana.

“There’s an exam at the end of the month. We’re students, so let’s bet on grades. Nothing else really counts here. If you win, we’ll admit defeat—completely. And… I’ll put up a hundred thousand dollars. That’s my allowance. Deal?”

Elena picked up where Whitney left off, giving a mocking smile.

“Betting on grades? Isn’t that just poking at her sore spot? Like she’d dare! If you want a fight or a game of cards, she’s your girl.”

She said this loud enough for the whole class—and the crowd spilling into the hallway—to hear.

They were putting on quite a show.

No matter how tough Sabrina was, she was still flunking out.

And what did the school care about most?

Grades.

The fish had bitten.

Sabrina nodded. “A hundred thousand dollars? That’s nothing. Why don’t we raise the stakes?”

“Name it,” Whitney said, head held high.

“If even one of you scores higher than I do, you win. But what I want in return… well, I doubt you could afford it.”

“What do you want? Isn’t a hundred thousand enough?” Elena shot back.

Whitney and the girls exchanged knowing smiles.

They thought Sabrina was posturing, trying to scare them off. How naïve.

They didn’t take her seriously at all.

Before Sabrina showed up, Whitney had been Petersburg’s queen bee.

But ever since Sabrina arrived, her crown was slipping.

This time, she was determined to crush her and take her place once and for all.