Chapter 206

Hearing this, Jameson immediately responded, “Alright, go ahead and ask.” He smiled, “But honestly, it doesn’t really matter. There’s no way a pro could outscore you. Once the rankings are out, that bet with your grandma—obviously, we’ve won.”

He was so certain his son’s results were in the bag that checking was pointless. Tonight, he could already book a hotel and throw a grand party for everyone to celebrate Jason’s achievement.

Jason said, “Thanks for always having my back, Dad.”

Jameson smiled and said, “You’re my good son—if I don’t support you, who will?”

As the father and son shared a touching moment, Natalie watched with immense pride. So what if Ruth is more capable and earns more than me? In the end, this man still belongs to me.

‘Women don’t need to be that capable. Knowing how to please a man and keep him happy is enough,' Natalie thought smugly.

Shermaine knew the exam results would be out today, but she was in no rush to check herself. She was confident the school cared more about her score than she did—once the results were out, they’d definitely call to let her know.

A gentle breeze stirred as the early morning sun cast a soft, gentle glow—never harsh.

Early that morning, she headed out with Roy and the others for a team-building hike.

By now, they had made it halfway up the mountain.

The mountain forest stretched as far as the eye could see, lush and deep green, with sunlight dappling through the leafy canopy.

Shermaine’s phone rang.

It was her homeroom teacher calling.

Even over the phone, Shermaine could feel how excited she was.

The teacher’s voice was warm and gentle. “Shermaine, the results are out. Care to guess your score?”

She said calmly, “1590.”

The homeroom teacher was left speechless. She had intended to build up some suspense, but Shermaine didn’t play along at all and guessed it right away. ‘Geniuses really are in a league of their own,’ she thought, feeling both exasperated and impressed.

Shermaine continued, “I missed a character in one question worth 10 points.”

“That’s right—you lost just 10 points, so your total score is 1590, ranking first in Basterel. You’re absolutely our city’s top science student this year,” the homeroom teacher said, beaming with pride.

Basterel was a municipality directly under the central government, not part of any province.

But with this score, Shermaine had probably outperformed every examinee from any other province.

She was just 10 points shy of a perfect score—who else could be this freakishly OP?

Shermaine was by far the most brilliant student Isabel Vaughn had ever taught, and she doubted she’d ever meet another genius like her. Having Shermaine in her class was the proudest moment of her teaching career.

What was more, every student in class 9 scored no worse than those in the elite classes. It was truly an epic underdog victory for an ordinary class.

“How did the rest of the class do?” Shermaine asked.

The homeroom teacher said warmly, “Thanks to you, everyone did really well. Summer, who’s closest to you, even made it into Dan University!” She added, “Actually, a few others got in too, but I won’t list them all.”

Shermaine said, “Good to hear.”

Honestly, Shermaine’s tutoring in the online group chat was next level. Sometimes, the homeroom teacher couldn’t help but think, “Wow, Shermaine might actually be better at teaching than I am!”

With the conversation wrapped up, Shermaine put away her phone.

Meanwhile, at Janice’s place, she had Shermaine’s exam registration number memorized. Without wasting any time, she told Ruth to bring out the laptop and check the results—so they already knew exactly how well Shermaine had done.

Janice was over the moon. ‘My precious granddaughter is truly outstanding—1590 out of 1600! There’s no way that illegitimate son could ever outscore Shermaine,' she thought proudly.

Ruth gaped in disbelief at the score. ‘How could I have been so blind, thinking Wendelyn was better than Shermaine?' she thought, kicking herself. ‘But who could blame me? After all, I’m not Shermaine’s birth mother. When she first came back, of course I favored the child I’d raised myself.

‘If only I’d known things would turn out like this…’ She was kicking herself with regret, and ever since Zack appeared, she’d been tossing and turning for nights.

Janice was sipping her coffee when the housekeeper approached with the phone. “Madam, it’s Mr. Jean on the line,” she said respectfully.