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I sprinted over and pulled off my jacket, wrapping all the crackers and bread tightly. My guess had been right: the system had stated at the start that overspending meant elimination, but each player only had 50 dollars in their account. There was no way anyone could overspend without cheating the limit. There was only one possibility: if you stole money from other players and spent more than 50 dollars, that counted as overspending.

"I have proof of Christopher sneaking into my company. Video evidence. And voice recordings that prove you're the one who sent him, Yvonne." The footage started playing on the screen. Christopher snuck into Leidermann Group's file room and copied top secret files into his flash drive. Then, a clear voice recording played out. "Once we get Leidermann Group's chip tech, we can control the whole industry, Christopher. And then I can kick Shawn out! I won't need that sorry excuse of a man anymore!" It was Yvonne's voice, loud and clear. Christopher was ashen, while she was taken over by fury.

Cali Everyone wanted to win. I understood this much. We were all out here representing our districts but one thing I can't stand is a cheat. Finn had cheated just to defeat Pliar. He even went as low as using some sort of poison just to make the match a tie. That meant this time, I was going against Jameson for a tie breaker match. “I'm going to kill you“ I warned Jameson on the ring. “Dont say you weren't warned“

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

"However, her college entrance exam score is two points higher than mine. I don't believe her. A student who only scores an average of 135 points on her Englorian tests couldn't possibly qualify for a top university like Gladewell University. "I conducted my own investigation and discovered that she scored 390 points for her Englorian test. Would you believe her if she told you that her score suddenly jumped from 145 points to 390 points? "I'm not jealous of her. I simply think that the students who stay up till 2:00 am to study don't deserve to lose to a cheater. Thus, here I am, giving up the safety of anonymity to report Sarah Lorde for cheating on the Englorian section of the college ent

She was worried that if Anthony had a child, there would be another person competing for his attention, so she actually went so far as to secretly drug Anthony with spermicide. That post sparked an immediate flood of reactions. "What the hell! Is this true or are you trolling?" "You can't be serious! Do you know that this constitutes a criminal offense?" "If this is true, someone needs to call the police right away." "It feels totally staged; no sane person would do something like this." "I'm a med student, and gossypol is indeed recognized as a form of male contraception—chronic use may result in azoospermia, potentially irreversible."

Stone, falsifying national exam records is a much more serious offense than me submitting a blank paper, don't you think? Mr. Stone froze, shooting Flynn a desperate look. Flynn panicked and couldn't meet his eyes. Hugh's face was darker than a storm cloud. He might favor his own son, but he wasn't stupid. Any observer could see the situation was off. "What the hell is going on?" he yelled. Flynn flinched, instantly adopting the expression of a wronged victim. "Zayne, how could you do this? I know you're good with computers and have some outside connections, but hacking the school system to alter grades is too far! You did it to humiliate Mr. Stone and my parents in front of everyone. How di

On the screen: some racing game with neon tracks and dramatic sound effects. Rory was on the other end of the couch, yelling like his life depended on it. Micah sat in the armchair, not playing, just quietly judging. Rory saw me first and pointed at the TV with the urgency of a man making a legal case. “QUINN,” he shouted. “HE’S CHEATING.” Jace didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m winning.” “That’s cheating,” Rory insisted. Micah said, deadpan, “Rory thinks skill is cheating.”