Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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I stepped out of the Hollis Group building, squinting slightly as the sunlight hit my eyes.
While checking the mineral transfer confirmation letter, a pungent wave of perfume suddenly assaulted my senses—
"Miss Sienna!"
A pair of hands with bright red nail polish suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I looked up to find Rachel's perfectly made-up face inches from mine, two tears hanging precariously at the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall but never quite making it.
"I know I was wrong..." Rachel's voice trembled as she deliberately raised her volume for the passing pedestrians to hear. "I shouldn't have coveted Young Master Derek after receiving financial aid from your family..."
With that, she suddenly dropped to her knees. "Please, I'm begging you to show mercy and let me go!"
A crowd of onlookers instantly gathered around us.
I watched Rachel's performance with cold eyes, noticing how she deliberately slowed her kneeling motion, careful not to wrinkle her six-figure Chanel suit.
"I really worked hard for my grades," Rachel sobbed. "You can't use your power and influence to bully us poor people..."
That sentence was like a drop of water hitting hot oil. The crowd immediately erupted in whispered discussions.
I saw people raising their phones to record, camera flashes constantly lighting up.
"Oh my God, is that Miss Sienna?"
"I heard she uses her family background to bully scholarship students..."
"That's so disgusting!"
My brow twitched sharply.
"Rachel."
I suddenly let out a light laugh, my voice clear and bright enough to make all the chatter stop dead.
"You are indeed impoverished..." My gaze swept over her entire outfit. "Designer clothes from head to toe, but your brain is barren—nothing worthwhile inside."
The crowd burst into laughter. Several sharp-eyed office workers immediately recognized Rachel's outfit:
"Isn't that Chanel's early fall collection? I saw it in a magazine last week!"
"That watch is a Cartier Ballon Bleu series, right?"
"And that bag! It's a Hermès Birkin!"
Rachel's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
She frantically tried to hide the watch on her wrist but accidentally dropped her bag. Cosmetics scattered across the ground—all top-tier brands.
I looked down at her from above. "My family's charity scholarship fund doesn't just support you. But you're definitely the only one who's proven to be this ungrateful."
I pulled out my phone and tapped a few times. "All funding records are on our family corporation's official website, available for verification at any time."
People in the crowd immediately started searching, exclamations rising one after another.
"It's true! Her family maintains a charity scholarship fund annually, supporting hundreds of impoverished students!"
"Check the trending topics! Someone exposed that Rachel's student status was stolen from someone else!"
"Your news is way behind. I heard the girl whose identity was stolen actually works nearby..."
A girl with a ponytail and simple clothes suddenly burst through the crowd.
"Rachel!" The girl's eyes were bloodshot. "Do you still remember me? Three years ago, the night you stole my college admission, my mother almost jumped off a building!"
Before anyone could react, the girl had already raised her arm and slapped Rachel across the face.
"Smack!" The crisp sound of the slap echoed across the plaza.
Rachel shrieked and fought back. The two instantly became entangled in a brawl.
Her Chanel jacket was torn, her Hermès bag trampled out of shape, and her carefully styled curls were pulled into complete disarray.
I watched this farce with cold eyes and turned toward my car.
Just as I opened the car door, my phone started buzzing frantically—Derek's caller ID flashing non-stop.
I pressed accept, and his furious voice immediately exploded through the speaker.
"Sienna! How dare you publicly humiliate Rachel? She's already pitiful enough. You have everything—why do you have to—"
I hung up directly and smoothly blocked his number.
Through the car window, I watched the growing commotion in the plaza.
Rachel was beaten to tears, crawling pathetically on the ground searching for her high heels.
My phone kept buzzing with message notifications. #Rich Young Master's Fiancée's Fake Academic Records had already shot to the top of trending topics, with views and discussions climbing steadily.
I let out a light sneer and said to the driver, "Let's go."
We'd barely driven two blocks when my phone rang again. This time it was Asher.
"Problem solved?" His deep voice came through the receiver.
I raised an eyebrow. "You got word that quickly?"
Asher seemed to chuckle softly. "Well, the video's already trending. I couldn't exactly pretend not to see it. Plus, I noticed your vocabulary for insults is getting more creative."
I gazed at the retreating streetscape outside the window. "Asher, did you call specifically to discuss this with me?"
The other end went silent for two seconds.
"Derek just froze two of your southern accounts." Asher's tone suddenly turned serious. "He moved fast this time."
I lightly tapped the armrest with my fingertips. "Doesn't matter. Those accounts were just for show—there's nothing important in them. I transferred my valuable assets long ago."
"Smart." Asher's voice carried a note of approval.
After saying this, the phone went quiet for a few seconds. Just as I was about to ask a question, I heard his voice, unusually nervous.
"Tonight... remember to come home for dinner."
While checking the mineral transfer confirmation letter, a pungent wave of perfume suddenly assaulted my senses—
"Miss Sienna!"
A pair of hands with bright red nail polish suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I looked up to find Rachel's perfectly made-up face inches from mine, two tears hanging precariously at the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall but never quite making it.
"I know I was wrong..." Rachel's voice trembled as she deliberately raised her volume for the passing pedestrians to hear. "I shouldn't have coveted Young Master Derek after receiving financial aid from your family..."
With that, she suddenly dropped to her knees. "Please, I'm begging you to show mercy and let me go!"
A crowd of onlookers instantly gathered around us.
I watched Rachel's performance with cold eyes, noticing how she deliberately slowed her kneeling motion, careful not to wrinkle her six-figure Chanel suit.
"I really worked hard for my grades," Rachel sobbed. "You can't use your power and influence to bully us poor people..."
That sentence was like a drop of water hitting hot oil. The crowd immediately erupted in whispered discussions.
I saw people raising their phones to record, camera flashes constantly lighting up.
"Oh my God, is that Miss Sienna?"
"I heard she uses her family background to bully scholarship students..."
"That's so disgusting!"
My brow twitched sharply.
"Rachel."
I suddenly let out a light laugh, my voice clear and bright enough to make all the chatter stop dead.
"You are indeed impoverished..." My gaze swept over her entire outfit. "Designer clothes from head to toe, but your brain is barren—nothing worthwhile inside."
The crowd burst into laughter. Several sharp-eyed office workers immediately recognized Rachel's outfit:
"Isn't that Chanel's early fall collection? I saw it in a magazine last week!"
"That watch is a Cartier Ballon Bleu series, right?"
"And that bag! It's a Hermès Birkin!"
Rachel's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
She frantically tried to hide the watch on her wrist but accidentally dropped her bag. Cosmetics scattered across the ground—all top-tier brands.
I looked down at her from above. "My family's charity scholarship fund doesn't just support you. But you're definitely the only one who's proven to be this ungrateful."
I pulled out my phone and tapped a few times. "All funding records are on our family corporation's official website, available for verification at any time."
People in the crowd immediately started searching, exclamations rising one after another.
"It's true! Her family maintains a charity scholarship fund annually, supporting hundreds of impoverished students!"
"Check the trending topics! Someone exposed that Rachel's student status was stolen from someone else!"
"Your news is way behind. I heard the girl whose identity was stolen actually works nearby..."
A girl with a ponytail and simple clothes suddenly burst through the crowd.
"Rachel!" The girl's eyes were bloodshot. "Do you still remember me? Three years ago, the night you stole my college admission, my mother almost jumped off a building!"
Before anyone could react, the girl had already raised her arm and slapped Rachel across the face.
"Smack!" The crisp sound of the slap echoed across the plaza.
Rachel shrieked and fought back. The two instantly became entangled in a brawl.
Her Chanel jacket was torn, her Hermès bag trampled out of shape, and her carefully styled curls were pulled into complete disarray.
I watched this farce with cold eyes and turned toward my car.
Just as I opened the car door, my phone started buzzing frantically—Derek's caller ID flashing non-stop.
I pressed accept, and his furious voice immediately exploded through the speaker.
"Sienna! How dare you publicly humiliate Rachel? She's already pitiful enough. You have everything—why do you have to—"
I hung up directly and smoothly blocked his number.
Through the car window, I watched the growing commotion in the plaza.
Rachel was beaten to tears, crawling pathetically on the ground searching for her high heels.
My phone kept buzzing with message notifications. #Rich Young Master's Fiancée's Fake Academic Records had already shot to the top of trending topics, with views and discussions climbing steadily.
I let out a light sneer and said to the driver, "Let's go."
We'd barely driven two blocks when my phone rang again. This time it was Asher.
"Problem solved?" His deep voice came through the receiver.
I raised an eyebrow. "You got word that quickly?"
Asher seemed to chuckle softly. "Well, the video's already trending. I couldn't exactly pretend not to see it. Plus, I noticed your vocabulary for insults is getting more creative."
I gazed at the retreating streetscape outside the window. "Asher, did you call specifically to discuss this with me?"
The other end went silent for two seconds.
"Derek just froze two of your southern accounts." Asher's tone suddenly turned serious. "He moved fast this time."
I lightly tapped the armrest with my fingertips. "Doesn't matter. Those accounts were just for show—there's nothing important in them. I transferred my valuable assets long ago."
"Smart." Asher's voice carried a note of approval.
After saying this, the phone went quiet for a few seconds. Just as I was about to ask a question, I heard his voice, unusually nervous.
"Tonight... remember to come home for dinner."
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