“Claire, I didn’t expect that after all these years, you’re still the same old thief.”
“That was a globally limited-edition wedding ring my husband bought at auction—worth tens of millions!”
With that, Isabella didn’t hesitate—she reached into my pocket in front of everyone.
Sure enough, she pulled out the very ring she had secretly planted there.
The moment they saw it, my classmates erupted, their anger boiling over:
“Claire, are your hands cursed? Can’t you survive without stealing?”
“Isabella treated you kindly, and this is how you repay her?”
“Stealing a ring worth millions—are you insane or just tired of living?”
“No wonder you wanted to leave in such a hurry. You were trying to run off and sell it!”
I swept my gaze over the crowd, finally resting on Isabella.
“There are security cameras here. Framing me like this is a crime, you know that?”
Smack!
Isabella slapped me hard across the face.
“Who are you trying to scare?!”
“I’m the billionaire’s wife. Why would I need to frame a worthless bottom-feeder like you?”
Her words were quickly echoed by the crowd:
“With her status now, just speaking to you is charity. Why would she ever slander someone so insignificant?”