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I grabbed the short–haired girl’s raised wrist. There was an audible crack as her bone dislocated.
She cried out in pain and let go, the silver chain clattering to the ground.
My heart aching, I helped my daughter up, wiping her tears with both hands.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. Mommy’s here now.”
All the other students looked on, stunned and uncertain, whispering among themselves.
“She really did come with her mom. She doesn’t look poor at all.”
“No matter how rich she is, she can’t compare to Miss Thorne’s mother. What’s there to be afraid of?”
The short–haired girl stormed over, furious: “Your daughter offended Miss Thorne. If you both just kneel and apologize, we’ll let it go today.”
1 sneered, “Miss Thome? How impressive.”
“How is it that I, Victoria Cross, don’t recall giving birth to another daughter besides Skylar?”
Others who had been watching the commotion now couldn’t sit still.
In the entire city, no one was unaware of Victoria Cross, but few had ever seen her. No private information about her had ever
surfaced online.
It was only known that she was the sole heir to the established Cross family dynasty, and her husband was Damian Thorne, the ruthless head of the Thome family, who made both the underworld and high society tremble. She wasn’t just some rich socialite.
She had inherited the family business long ago and wielded ruthless business acumen in the corporate world; no one dared to
underestimate her.
“Is that woman Ms. Cross?”
“I saw her come down from the third floor. Maybe it really is Ms. Cross herself.”
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“It looked like she was the one constantly outbidding Miss Thorne. Who else would dare to offend them besides Ms. Cross?”
The short–haired girl’s face alternated between green and white.
Then, something clicked in her mind, and she shook her head triumphantly: “Clearly, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. No wonder this little b*tch likes to impersonate; turns out you taught her!”
“Cassidy said Ms. Cross was in Europe! You just gave yourself away, didn’t you?”
“Watch me smash your mouth in and teach you a lesson!”
She suddenly lunged at me. Before anyone could react, I kicked her into the wall, and she coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
Then I picked up the silver chain from the ground and, one by one, whipped those little brats until they were screaming bloody
murder.
“Where did this crazy woman come from? Grab her!”
“Ah, it hurts! Miss Thorne, help me!”
They swarmed towards Cassidy.
By this point, Cassidy was too terrified to move.
I stopped right in front of her.
Just as they thought I wouldn’t dare touch Cassidy,
Cassidy’s face was chalk–white. She reached out and grabbed my sleeve: “Mom… please let me explain.”
Brandon also forced a strained smile: “Auntie Victoria.”
The Blackwood Academy students, who had just been puffing out their chests and acting all tough, were now dumbfounded.
“Brandon called her what? This crazy woman is really Victoria Cross!”
“What does Miss Thorne mean? Is Skylar Cross really a Thorne?”
“They only have one daughter, don’t they?!”
I didn’t move. While speaking, I slapped her across the face, my voice calm:
“Are you going to explain, you fake heiress, how you tortured my biological daughter, whom I painstakingly searched for and brought back?”
“Or are you going to explain how the card I gave Skylar ended up in your hands? How you bribed people to bully her?”
“Don’t call me Mom. I, Victoria Cross, only have one daughter: Skylar Cross.”
After dozens of plane her face was so swollen she could barely stand leaning entirely on Brandon for support
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After dozens of slaps, her face was so swollen she could barely stand, leaning entirely on Brandon for support.
Brandon’s face was filled with pity and disapproval: “Auntie Victoria, Cassidy adored you so much. How could you hurt her feelings like this?”
“You raised her for eighteen whole years! That little girl has only been back a few years; how can you even compare her to
Cassidy?”
raised an eyebrow, turning to this utterly basic, yet supremely confident, man.
“You’re just my nanny’s son. Who gave you the right to steal Skylar’s things?”
The Blackwood Academy students looked confused. Nanny’s son?
Wasn’t Brandon also from a wealthy family?
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Brandon’s face flushed with shame. He had pretended to be a rich second–generation heir since childhood and had never
exposed his true origins.
Still, he feigned composure: “Auntie Victoria, if you want your family business to have a successor, Skylar Cross out.”
“I only love Cassidy. I will never marry anyone else besides her.”