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Chapter 173
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Chapter 173 Chapter 173: A brief spark of jealousy flashed in Sloane's eyes, but she responded calmly. "Eric, I've said it before-my academic abilities are on par with Khloe's. I made this bet today to prove that to you. Trust me, I've got this!" With Khloe out of the picture, this was her golden opportunity to shine, particularly in front of Eric. It was her one shot at finally surpassing Khloe.

Once the bet was locked in, Clinton, Sloane, and Eric each retreated to their own corners, avoiding further interaction. Minutes ticked by, and before long, half an hour had slipped away.

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Only fifteen minutes remained until the exam was set to start, but Khloe was still nowhere to be seen. As the exam's starting tneared, the crowd of students eagerly anticipating a spectacle grew more restless, while Clinton's face grew even more grim.

After the previous ordeal at the police station, Clinton had managed to get Khloe's number. With a deep frown, he pulled out his phone and called her. The line connected, but there was no response.

With only five minutes left until the exam began, Sloane gave a smug smile and said, "Clinton, thinking of backing out of the bet? Seems like Khloe has other priorities and won't be showing up." Clinton's expression grew even more severe, his lips twitching as though he were about to speak.

Suddenly, the chof notifications rang out, and everyone glanced at their phones. Gasps of shock quickly followed. "Check your phones! Khloe's been in a car accident." The news of Khloe being in an accident made Clinton pull out his phone instantly, his complexion turning ashen. Eric read the sheadline. Though his heart sank for a moment, a sly satisfaction crept in once he noted there was no immediate danger to her life. This guaranteed Sloane's victory.

Sloane's triumph over Clinton essentially meant his victory too, a chance to finally humble Clinton and chip away at his pride.

"Isn't it just so coincidental that right before the exam, Khloe ends up in a car accident? At least she's not in any serious danger. Too bad. I really thought I'd have a chance against her this time," Sloane said, stretching the truth. "Maybe Khloe's just finding another excuse to skip the exam. She can be so stubborn." Read new content at galSloane's veiled accusation triggered waves of disdain, sparking open gossip.

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"What a spineless coward Khloe is, skipping the exam like this! Faking a car crash? She should've just died in it. I've never met anyone so despicable!" "Exactly! And she has the audacity to claim she'll take first place. If she's really been in an accident, I'd gladly visit her grave. What a jinx!" The cruel comments pushed Clinton over the edge. He clenched his fists and barked, “Enough! Khloe isn't like that. She must be genuinely in trouble!" With arms folded, Eric sneered. "Clinton, save yourself the embarrassment. Stop standing up for Khloe. It's obvious she's bailed." Sloane chuckled. "Clinton, face it. Khloe's not coming. Her empty bravado has cost you dearly-there goes your vineyard and all that sentimental effort." Sloane was still basking in her mockery when she suddenly sensed someone towering behind her and a chilling object pressed firmly against her waist.

A sharp, clear female voice cut through the air. "Sloane, I'm not like you, spreading lies about someone who's been in an accident. You're disgusting. I could make you meet with an accident right here, right now-and end you!"

The chilling tone of Khloe's voice echoed in Sloane's mind, bringing the memory of the engagement party rushing back. Her heart raced at the thought of Khloe's boldness in using a gun and threatening her so openly in front of everyone.

Sloane's voice wavered with fear as she tried to reason, "What is this? Letgo. You can't hurt me. Do you really want to end up back in prison?" Khloe's eyes gleamed with a cold, playful glint. "Now, who do you think looks more ridiculous? Maybe I'll let you go once I decide." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1