Reborn? Screw the Fake Lover—I'm Snagging My Arch-Rival! - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Stella had just stepped out of Blackthorne Tower when sunlight made her squint.
She was checking the mining transfer confirmations when a nauseating cloud of perfume hit her.
"Miss Whitmore!"
A pair of hands with blood-red nail polish grabbed her wrist.
Stella looked up to find Sophia's perfectly made-up face inches away, crocodile tears hanging at the corners of her eyes.
"I know I messed up..." Sophia's voice shook as she deliberately raised it for passersby to hear. "I shouldn't have gone after Mr. Ravenwood after getting Whitmore family support..."
Then she suddenly dropped to her knees: "Please have mercy and forgive me!"
A crowd immediately gathered to gawk.
Stella coldly watched Sophia's performance, noticing how she slowed her kneeling motion, terrified of wrinkling that six-figure Chanel suit.
"My grades were honestly earned through hard work," Sophia sobbed. "You can't use your power and wealth to bully us poor people..."
That line was like water hitting hot oil—the crowd instantly erupted in discussion.
Stella saw people raising phones to record, camera flashes going off constantly.
"Oh my God, is that the Whitmore heiress?"
"Heard she bullies scholarship students with her family connections..."
"Disgusting!"
Stella's brow twitched hard.
"Sophia."
Stella suddenly laughed lightly, her clear voice cutting through all the chatter: "You're definitely poor..." Her gaze swept over Sophia's outfit. "Broke in the brain department."
With that, laughter burst from the crowd.
Several sharp-eyed office workers immediately recognized Sophia's gear.
"Isn't that Chanel's new fall collection? I saw it in magazines last week!"
"That watch is Cartier's blue balloon series, right?"
"Her bag! That's a Hermès Birkin!"
Sophia's face went deathly pale.
She frantically tried to hide the watch on her wrist but accidentally dropped her purse.
Luxury cosmetics spilled everywhere—all top brands.
Stella looked down at her condescendingly: "You're not the only student I sponsor, but you're definitely the only ungrateful one." She pulled out her phone and tapped it a few times. "All sponsorship records are on Whitmore's official site. Check anytime."
People in the crowd immediately started searching, gasps echoing everywhere.
"It's true! Whitmore sponsors hundreds of poor students every year!"
"Check trending topics! Someone exposed that Sophia's college admission was identity theft!"
"Your news is so old—I heard the girl whose identity got stolen works around here somewhere..."
Just then, a girl with a ponytail in plain clothes suddenly burst from the crowd.
"Sophia!" The girl's eyes were red with rage. "Remember me? Three years ago when you stole my college spot, my mom almost jumped off a building!"
Before anyone could react, the girl had already raised her hand and slapped Sophia hard.
"SMACK!"
The sharp sound echoed across the plaza. Sophia screamed and fought back, the two instantly tangling together.
Her Chanel jacket tore, the Hermès bag got trampled beyond recognition, and her perfectly styled curls turned into a rat's nest.
Stella coldly watched this circus and walked toward her car.
Just as she opened the door, her phone went crazy with Chase's caller ID keeping flashing.
She answered, and his furious voice immediately exploded:
"Stella! How dare you publicly humiliate Sophia? She's suffered enough—you have everything, why do you have to…"
Stella hung up and smoothly blocked the number.
Through her car window she watched the growing chaos in the plaza.
Sophia was getting beaten to tears, pathetically crawling on the ground looking for her high heels.
Her phone kept pinging with notifications—#Sophia Academic Fraud had hit trending #1 with an explosive tag.
Stella smirked and told her driver: "Let's go."
Two blocks later, her phone rang again.
This time it was Ryder.
"All done?" His low voice came through the speaker.
Stella raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Blackthorne got the news pretty fast."
Ryder seemed to chuckle: "Hard to miss when the video's trending. 'Broke in the brain'? Miss Whitmore's vocabulary is expanding."
Stella looked out at the constantly changing street scene: "Mr. Blackthorne called just for this?"
The line went quiet for two seconds.
"Chase just froze two of your downtown accounts," Ryder's tone suddenly turned serious. "He moved fast this time."
Stella's fingertips lightly tapped the armrest: "Doesn't matter. I moved the important assets ages ago."
"Smart." Ryder's voice carried approval. After saying this, the line went quiet for a few seconds before she heard his rarely uncertain voice.
"Tonight... remember to come home for dinner."
She was checking the mining transfer confirmations when a nauseating cloud of perfume hit her.
"Miss Whitmore!"
A pair of hands with blood-red nail polish grabbed her wrist.
Stella looked up to find Sophia's perfectly made-up face inches away, crocodile tears hanging at the corners of her eyes.
"I know I messed up..." Sophia's voice shook as she deliberately raised it for passersby to hear. "I shouldn't have gone after Mr. Ravenwood after getting Whitmore family support..."
Then she suddenly dropped to her knees: "Please have mercy and forgive me!"
A crowd immediately gathered to gawk.
Stella coldly watched Sophia's performance, noticing how she slowed her kneeling motion, terrified of wrinkling that six-figure Chanel suit.
"My grades were honestly earned through hard work," Sophia sobbed. "You can't use your power and wealth to bully us poor people..."
That line was like water hitting hot oil—the crowd instantly erupted in discussion.
Stella saw people raising phones to record, camera flashes going off constantly.
"Oh my God, is that the Whitmore heiress?"
"Heard she bullies scholarship students with her family connections..."
"Disgusting!"
Stella's brow twitched hard.
"Sophia."
Stella suddenly laughed lightly, her clear voice cutting through all the chatter: "You're definitely poor..." Her gaze swept over Sophia's outfit. "Broke in the brain department."
With that, laughter burst from the crowd.
Several sharp-eyed office workers immediately recognized Sophia's gear.
"Isn't that Chanel's new fall collection? I saw it in magazines last week!"
"That watch is Cartier's blue balloon series, right?"
"Her bag! That's a Hermès Birkin!"
Sophia's face went deathly pale.
She frantically tried to hide the watch on her wrist but accidentally dropped her purse.
Luxury cosmetics spilled everywhere—all top brands.
Stella looked down at her condescendingly: "You're not the only student I sponsor, but you're definitely the only ungrateful one." She pulled out her phone and tapped it a few times. "All sponsorship records are on Whitmore's official site. Check anytime."
People in the crowd immediately started searching, gasps echoing everywhere.
"It's true! Whitmore sponsors hundreds of poor students every year!"
"Check trending topics! Someone exposed that Sophia's college admission was identity theft!"
"Your news is so old—I heard the girl whose identity got stolen works around here somewhere..."
Just then, a girl with a ponytail in plain clothes suddenly burst from the crowd.
"Sophia!" The girl's eyes were red with rage. "Remember me? Three years ago when you stole my college spot, my mom almost jumped off a building!"
Before anyone could react, the girl had already raised her hand and slapped Sophia hard.
"SMACK!"
The sharp sound echoed across the plaza. Sophia screamed and fought back, the two instantly tangling together.
Her Chanel jacket tore, the Hermès bag got trampled beyond recognition, and her perfectly styled curls turned into a rat's nest.
Stella coldly watched this circus and walked toward her car.
Just as she opened the door, her phone went crazy with Chase's caller ID keeping flashing.
She answered, and his furious voice immediately exploded:
"Stella! How dare you publicly humiliate Sophia? She's suffered enough—you have everything, why do you have to…"
Stella hung up and smoothly blocked the number.
Through her car window she watched the growing chaos in the plaza.
Sophia was getting beaten to tears, pathetically crawling on the ground looking for her high heels.
Her phone kept pinging with notifications—#Sophia Academic Fraud had hit trending #1 with an explosive tag.
Stella smirked and told her driver: "Let's go."
Two blocks later, her phone rang again.
This time it was Ryder.
"All done?" His low voice came through the speaker.
Stella raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Blackthorne got the news pretty fast."
Ryder seemed to chuckle: "Hard to miss when the video's trending. 'Broke in the brain'? Miss Whitmore's vocabulary is expanding."
Stella looked out at the constantly changing street scene: "Mr. Blackthorne called just for this?"
The line went quiet for two seconds.
"Chase just froze two of your downtown accounts," Ryder's tone suddenly turned serious. "He moved fast this time."
Stella's fingertips lightly tapped the armrest: "Doesn't matter. I moved the important assets ages ago."
"Smart." Ryder's voice carried approval. After saying this, the line went quiet for a few seconds before she heard his rarely uncertain voice.
"Tonight... remember to come home for dinner."
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