The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill novel Chapter 88

Scarlett slipped into the new clothes as soon as they were delivered. Percy waited for her to finish changing and exit the car before he went in to change himself. Then, with their tournament slips and pencil cases in hand, they went inside the building to find Mike.

When Mike saw their wet hair and regular clothes after the rain, he started to worry.

He quickly said, "Stand here and wait for me, don't rush off. I saw how heavy the rain was today, and I was worried you'd catch a cold. I'll go make some tea and bring them over."

Percy wrapped an arm around Scarlett's shoulders. "Mr. Sawyer is really great. We've got to give it our all this time. Not for any awards, but for our pride!"

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "You finally have a conscience, huh?"

Percy sneered. "I can't stand seeing people being treated unfairly, especially people who are good to me. If I can, I'll wipe that smug look off Mr. Riggs' face!"

As they spoke, they saw Herbert leading Jonah and Lily out from around the corner.

Even at this point, Herbert was still holding onto the exam papers, explaining the questions to the two of them. Clearly, he had high expectations for them.

"Scarlett!" Lily looked up, her expression startled for a moment. "Jonah, it's Scarlett! She's fine! She's here for the exam!"

At the same time, she noticed Percy standing next to Scarlett. A wave of unease sank in her chest as she cursed Nadia in her mind for being useless. How could she fail to stop just one person?

Percy had turned over a new leaf recently. He'd started attending classes and working on his test papers. Herbert had often joked about how Mike was being driven crazy by his students, always grinning like a fool.

Lily felt something was off, so she got a few of Percy's math test papers from Mike. She hadn't been prepared for what she saw. Percy actually nailed the questions that even she and Jonah struggled to solve.

Where would that leave her and Jonah if Percy took part in this competition? The champion would be long gone from their grasp.