Upon hearing what the lady just said the students couldn't believe their ears.
"What bet?"
Sarah squeaked, clutching her empty bag like a shield, her nails digging into the leather.
At that moment the woman's perfectly manicured fingers tapped the contract with deadly precision.
"Your signed agreement - either crawl out on your knees to the estate entrance or pay one hundred million dollars."
Her red lips curved into a smile that made them shiver.
"But... but that was just between us and Ethan!"
Marcus protested, his voice cracking like thin ice. His designer suit was damp with nervous sweat, his carefully styled hair now a disheveled mess.
"Why would the estate even care about our bet with Ethan, it has nothing to do with you guys and in fact we have already settled the issue and you saw it yourself, why bring it up again."
At that moment the lady couldn't help but smile.
"Any contract signed on these grounds,"
