Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 60

60 Chapter 60: Let’s have a contest

Jessi Whitman grew even more excited, “What’s with the bravado in front of me from you bunch of losers? If you’re capable, then get into the top 400 of the

major! If you’re capable, then compete with me on grades!”

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She could effortlessly trample them!

The class monitor’s face paled. As for exam results, they too wanted to loudly say they could compete, but

their results…

“Hah, you dare not compete? So why are you defending Xaviera Evans? If the students are incompetent, then their teacher is even more so!”

“You want to compete on exam grades?”

A defiant female voice cut off Jessi Whitman’s words.

Xaviera Evans strode in leisurely from behind the crowd, went around Jessi Whitman, and said, “Alright, then let’s compete.”

All was silent, as silent as death.

Jessi Whitman was the first to react, “What did you say? A competition? Haha, Xaviera Evans, you’re too naive. Do you even know what kind of people the students of this class behind you are? They’re social outcasts, unredeemable! And you still want to

compete with me? What are you going to compete

with?”

“We’ll compete. Why wouldn’t we?” Xaviera Evans let out a soft laugh. Her red lips parted to drop a bombshell, “Not only will we compete, we’ll go big. You look down on the students in our class, right? Alright, let’s make a bet. If we win, you need to apologize to

the students of our class in front of all the students and teachers at the school, and admit that you’re the social outcast, and unredeemable. How about it?”

Although Libanan University is a tertiary institution, it has strict administration. There are professional achievement tests every month, and a list is compiled according to the scores of each major.

Most of the students in Class 3 are at the bottom of

the list.

In this situation, Xaviera wanted to wager with Jessi

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Whitman? Was she out of her mind?

Jessi Whitman also thought Xaviera had gone mad. “Are you sure you want to bet with me? If you lose the bet, you should voluntarily leave the university. I don’t want to see someone as disgusting as you here.”

Xaviera Evans let out a soft grunt, conveying her

agreement.

“Miss Lohill…” The class monitor panicked. He knew what his fellow classmates were like, and he knew that

Xaviera wanted to make a stand for them, but it wasn’t

worth it!

If she ended up losing her job as a teacher at the Libanan University Design College because of them, it would be a great loss.

“What? Don’t you trust yourselves, or don’t you trust me?” Xaviera Evans turned her head and raised her eyebrow. Her words flowed smoothly… the class monitor couldn’t bring himself to dissuade her.

“Trust… of course, we trust you, Miss. And we trust ourselves as well.” The class monitor clenched his fists,

“It’s just an exam grade challenge, right? Jessi Whitman, rest assured, in the next exam, I will

certainly surpass you!”

Jessi Whitman couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Did you hear that? This bottom–class student has the audacity to say he’ll surpass me? I ranked third in the previous exam! Do you even know what being in the top three means? Since childhood, you never ranked in the top three, did you?”

“Don’t be too arrogant.” Xaviera Evans raised her hand and put it on Jessi Whitman’s shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Overconfidence will bring calamity.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When they returned to the classroom, all of the students were seated in a serious manner, the atmosphere was solemn.

Xaviera Evans raised her eyebrows, “What are you doing? Looking glum as if someone died. The school just put you in my hands, and before I start teaching, are you trying to show me how tough you are?”

“No, definitely not.”

The class monitor quickly stood up to explain, lowering his head in shame, “We just feel too ashamed

to face teacher.” The school had given up on their class, basically letting it go. A few days ago, they received news that the school intended to let Miss

Lohill take over their class. They were ecstatic when they heard this news.

But they didn’t even have a chance to meet Miss Lohill before the forum incident happened. They hurriedly organized people to go find Miss Lohill to back her up, thinking that they had won a battle. But they ended up being a burden to Miss Lohill in the end.

No matter what kind of person Jessi Whitman is, her academic grades are real. They impulsively accepted the wager after being worked up, and only now that they calmed down, did they realize how much trouble they had caused for Miss Lohill.

If because of them, Miss Lohill lost the wager and had to leave Libanan University… how were they supposed to make it up to her?

Everyone was hanging their heads, looking despondent. Xaviera Evans was both amused and annoyed, “Really? Even if you set aside the fact that under my guidance you can surpass Jessi Whitman

and win the bet, let’s think about the worst–case scenario. So what if I leave Libanan University? Do I need the few thousand–dollar salary from Libanan University? Or will I die without this job?”

The students looked up at her together.

Xaviera Evans pointed at her own face, “Look here. I, Lohill, am an internationally renowned designer. I came to Libanan University because I couldn’t stand Gaby Rome’s whining, and decided to substitute her class. I don’t care if I could stay at Libanan University or not. So you too, stop giving yourself too much pressure. Youthful as you are, why are you so

overburdened?”