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The people on the first floor were multi–millionaires, yet they were lucky to even get a regular seat.
“Eat up.” The private room was filled with expensive, exquisite pastries and thousands of dollars worth of drinks. I handed a plate of delicate butterfly–shaped pastries to Skylar.
Through the one–way glass, I saw Cassidy White and Brandon Miller among the crowd on the first floor. Cassidy was surrounded by her entire class
like a princess.
Seeing her fair, supple skin and the latest designer couture, then looking at my frail daughter,
My heart felt like it was being constantly twisted by a knife.
The auction quickly began. Cassidy announced it was her birthday and she wanted to buy something extravagant for everyone.
Every time she made a bid, I would relentlessly raise the price.
“Who’s that on the third floor, always going against me? Aren’t they afraid of offending the Thorne family?” Cassidy sounded annoyed, seeing an accessory that was originally one million suddenly inflated to five million.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Money is just a number. Once it’s over, I’ll find out who they are and make them pay,” Brandon said gently, pulling out a black card to soothe her.
Skylar looked at me nervously, seeing me only bid up prices but never buy anything.
Thinking she might want something, I, as if by magic, pulled out a black velvet box.
“Those things outside are all common. This is the birthday gift Mommy prepared for you, sweetheart.”
“See if you like it?”
She took it, stunned. Inside was a rare emerald necklace, once worn by a British princess.
It was one–of–a–kind and utterly priceless; all the items in today’s auction combined couldn’t buy it.
“It’s too precious, I don’t deserve it…” The girl didn’t even dare to touch it.
I took it directly from the box, my voice brooking no argument.
“Only you deserve it, my little princess.” I personally fastened it around her neck, speaking seriously.
Like she had received a priceless treasure, she hugged me for the first time.
“Thank you, Mommy.” *Thank you, Mommy, for not despising me, utterly worthless as I am.*
A wave of warmth spread through my chest. I resolved to give her the best of everything. Anyone who had bullied her would face severe consequences.
After a brief mother–daughter chat, I took a work call. When I returned, I saw Skylar surrounded on the first floor.
“Skylar Cross, Cassidy didn’t even invite you. Why are you so thick–skinned, tagging along?”
“Today, Miss Thorne is treating the whole class to an experience, and she’s bought something extravagant for each of us, but that doesn’t include a little street rat like you!”
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“Today, Miss Thome is treating the whole class to an experience, and she’s bought something extravagant for each of us, but that doesn’t include a little street rat like you!”
“What cheap garbage is that around her neck? So green, it looks totally fake.” The short–haired girl spoke, and directly yanked the necklace off Skylar’s neck, leaving a bruised, bleeding mark.
“I bet she’s still dreaming of being a rich heiress. She even has the nerve to say she’s a Thorne family member, hahaha!” A jock said this, and everyone burst into laughter, throwing insults at her, a barrage of “bitch” and “imposter.”
In the chaos, someone snatched her crutch, and several hands pushed her to the ground.
Seeing this, I instantly understood how Skylar had gotten her injuries.
“Stop!”
