The Fake Heiress Stole My Scores

The night before our exam scores came out, the fake heiress said it to my face, in front of everyone. "Claire, I hear you're supposed to be some kind of star student. Why don't we compare?" What she didn't know was that I'd known for a long time she was bound to a score-transfer system. In my last life, she set the terms of the bet and had our scores read out in front of that whole room. I became the joke of the city, and the mob online finished me off. "Let's compete fairly. Only the best of us deserves the Bennett name." "When you lose, you give up climbing for good — and I might still find you work as a cleaner." I frowned and waved her off. She only pushed harder. "Unless the scores were fake. Guilty conscience? Afraid to find out?" "Either you take the bet, or you go public and admit you're a fraud." "On your knees in front of all these people, apologizing until I'm satisfied, and then you get as far away from here as you can." I sighed. "And if you lose?" She made a small contemptuous sound. "If I lose, the same terms. I'll never set foot in the Bennett house again." Inside, I smiled. As you wish.