Chapter 3My Female Teacher Bullied Me Because My Grades Exceeded Her Favorite Student's

I thought this would be the end of it, but after school, Max Turner blocked my way.

I secretly turned on the recording device in my pocket. "What do you want?"

Behind him were a few of The Ashford Boys, puffing on cigarettes.

Max stepped closer. "What do I want?"

"You don’t know what you’ve done? You don’t know who you’ve crossed?"

I shouted back that I had no idea.

One of The Ashford Boys let out a low whistle. "You’ve crossed Lord Turner!"

"Gutsy, aren’t you, going up against Max?"

I turned to Max, "So, you’re ‘Lord Turner,’ then?"

Max lit a cigarette, smirking. "Who else would it be?"

Just then, the headlights of a car shone into the alley. Mrs. White stepped out.

She sashayed over to Max, who quickly put his arm around her waist. The boys whistled and cheered, calling her "Mrs. White" and even "sis-in-law."

Mrs. White smirked. "Don’t call me that. You’re not my students, are you? Only Max gets to call me that."

She shot me a cold look before turning to Max. "Do what you want, just don’t kill her."

I understood her meaning clearly—anything goes, as long as I don’t end up dead.

Mrs. White drove away, and Max’s group closed in.

One of the boys dumped a cup of milkshake over my head, and before I could react, someone grabbed my hair, pulling me to the ground.

They dragged me across the pavement, throwing my books out of my bag and stomping on them, spitting and cursing.

Max gave the order, "Strip her, take some photos."

A few of them started ripping at my clothes, pulling off layer after layer until only my undergarments remained.

I struggled and kicked, and they kicked me back.

Suddenly, a police siren blared in the distance, and Max’s group panicked, snapping a few photos before running off.

Once they were gone, I scrambled to put my clothes back on and checked my recording device.

Still intact.

When I looked up, I saw Samuel Turner standing at the end of the alley, watching me.

In my past life, he had only helped me pick up a book in the library, but that was enough for Mrs. White to accuse me of seducing him and cheating on my exams. The rumours had destroyed my reputation.

Seeing him now, I felt a mix of guilt and confusion. I had never meant to drag him into this.

But right now, I must’ve looked a mess.

"Did they leave?" Samuel asked quietly.

I nodded, realising that he must have been the one to scare them off.

He nodded towards the recording device in my hand. "Is it broken?"

I shook my head. "It’s fine."

"Hand it over, then."

I stared at him, confused. He adjusted his glasses.

"It’s mine. Give it back."

Samuel took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. I suddenly noticed the striking resemblance between him and Max. Especially in their eyes.

"I helped you. Don’t you think you owe me something?"

I had a suspicion about what he wanted, but I wasn’t sure. I decided to take a gamble.

"You want to destroy Max Turner. We can work together, but I’m not giving up control."

Samuel blinked in surprise, then burst out laughing. "Whoever said you were stupid? You’re sharper than I thought."

"Alright. How do you want to work together?"

"I want Mrs. White to lose everything. And as for whatever Max does along the way, I’ll record it all and hand it to you."

Samuel held out his hand. "Deal?"