The director of the summer camp regarded me as a core member and asked my boyfriend Ryan Foster to give me the management of all the activity funds.

I was reluctant at first, but my boyfriend said, "Rose Bennett, you are the most attentive, we all trust you!"

I looked at the $100,000 that was transferred into the "public treasury" and thought that this money was easy to manage but difficult to use.

None of the campers understood human language.

Later, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Scarlett Vance, specifically asked me to take out $100,000 for an “upgrade activity.”

"Rose, pay this money and I'll buy you some gifts with the rest!"

I shook my head helplessly.

"I told you I didn't save any money!" Scarlett flew into a rage, pointing at my nose and scolding me.

"All the funds are with you, and we don't have any big expenses, so how can we be out of money?!"

She wants to check the accounts and call the police.

I don't spoil her.

"Check it out! I can't manage this crappy summer camp anymore!" He pulled out the slush fund bill.

Everyone except Scarlett was dumbfounded.

At the summer camp's finance meeting, Scarlett cleared her throat and slammed a fancy-printed plan on the table.

"In order to enhance everyone's experience this time, I propose to hold a starry sky camping music festival."

Her hands, with their shiny nail polish, were pointing straight at me.

"Rose, please take out the $100,000 event fund."

I looked at her calmly.

"Only three hundred and nineteen and two dollars left."

As soon as I finished speaking, my boyfriend Ryan turned his head suddenly.

His face turned pale in an instant.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he was recognizing me for the first time.

Scarlett burst out laughing as if she had heard a huge joke.

Then he immediately covered his mouth and gasped exaggeratedly.

"Hey, one hundred thousand, only three hundred left?"

"Rose, you are really good with your money."

She drew out her voice in a sarcastic tone, her eyes scanning the campers' faces one by one.

"I heard that your family conditions are not very good, and you have many brothers and sisters..."

"Isn't this money used to help the poor?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings immediately buzzed.

The looks of those campers who had just been chatting and laughing with me changed.

Look at me like a thief.

Scarlett gave Ryan a look that was full of provocation and complacency.

Ryan got the signal.

His face was livid and his voice was tense.

"Rose, where's the money?"

"One hundred thousand dollars, where did you spend it?"

My chest felt like it was blocked by something, and it was stuffy and painful.

I looked at Ryan, the man who had claimed a few days ago that he trusted me the most.

I opened my mouth, wanting to write down the bill for him word by word.

But as soon as I said the word "bill"...

Scarlett screamed, "Stop making excuses!"

"What kind of bill could cost nearly a hundred thousand dollars? Do you think we are all fools?!"

She was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, sharp and crazy.

I looked at her face which was distorted by excitement and suddenly found it a little funny.

What is this about? Forcing the emperor to abdicate?

She took a step forward and almost poked my nose with her finger.

"Rose, I'll give you one last chance."

"Hand over the money, or we'll call the police right now!"

"Let the police check who got the money!"

"If you tell the school again, I don't think you'll still want to be an outstanding graduate!"

I can't stand all those eyes glued to my back in the meeting room.

I opened the door and wanted to go to the common lounge area to get some fresh air.

The door behind them was slammed open and Scarlett's shrill voice sounded like an alarm.

"Rose, don't run! Everyone come and see!"

She really chased after him.

He was holding a few A4 papers in his hand, with printed color photos on them.

"Look at these! The latest cell phones! Designer bags!

She screamed like a hero who had caught a thief.

"Rose bought all this with our summer camp money for her poor relatives and friends!"

My head buzzed.

That was a screenshot of our roommate’s circle of friends.

It’s a graduation gift bought by my parents.

More and more people gathered around.

Campers, other leaders, and even strangers passing by.

"Oh my god, she just squandered $100,000 like this?"

"He looks honest, but he has such a dark heart."

Someone even spat at me, "I hate vampires like you the most. You suck the blood of our campers and use it to subsidize your hometown!"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

There is no point in making excuses.

At this time, Ryan pushed through the crowd and came to me.

There was a look of disgust and coldness on his face that I had never seen before.

A male teacher whom I was not familiar with patted Ryan on the shoulder.

"Ryan, you can't be soft on this kind of woman, just give her a good beating and she'll behave herself!"

Ryan's eyes stabbed into me like knives.

He raised his hand.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

My face was burning.

He hit me.

Ryan, my boyfriend of two years, slapped me in front of so many people.

Scarlett immediately started acting and pretended to hold Ryan's arm.

"Hey Ryan, why did you hit me? Let's talk it over nicely!"

As she spoke, she leaned close to my ear and whispered smugly in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Rose, for Ryan's sake, I'll give you a way out."

"Take out $20,000 now and forget about it."

I didn't have time to digest this blatant blackmail.

Ryan heard it and shook Scarlett's hand away.

He wasn't feeling guilty towards me, he was mad at Scarlett.

"Scarlett! Are you crazy?"

"She embezzled 100,000 from us, and you asked her to pay back 20,000?"

He stared at Scarlett as if he were a traitor.

"Where are you turning your elbow?"

It turned out that he was not angry at me for being "greedy for money", but was angry at Scarlett for extorting too little.

I looked up and met his face filled with greed and rage.

Using all his strength, he slapped him in the face.

Bang!

It was louder and crisper than the time he hit me.

Ryan was stunned, covering his face and looking at me in disbelief.

Everyone in the corridor gasped.

I looked at him, word by word.

“No money.”

"You can't change it even if you slap me again!"

After that slap, Ryan's world and I were completely separated.

My cheek was still aching, but my phone was vibrating wildly in my pocket.

It’s a group chat at summer camp.

I clicked it and a photo popped up.

In the photo, I was discussing the details of the activity with a male camper, and Scarlett captured it from an ambiguous angle.

The caption reads: "Some people manage money during the day and 'manage people' at night. No wonder the accounts don't match."

A group of followers followed closely below.

"Scarlett is right! I was wondering why she always talks to Mike!"

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that all the funds were spent on this."

Ryan also popped up and sent a broken heart emoji.

[Ryan: Rose, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. ]

Truly the best actor of the year.

I sneered and was about to quit when a new message popped up.

[Scarlett: @All members, Ryan has contacted the person in charge and reported the situation to Rose's tutor. The school will intervene, don't worry, not a penny of our money will be lost! ]

My mentor?

My heart sank.

Sure enough, within five minutes, the tutor called.

On the other end of the phone, his voice was as gentle as always, but every word was like an icicle.

"Rose, summer camp is also a small society. You need to learn how to handle interpersonal relationships."

"Sometimes, taking a step back can open up a new world."

“The school’s reputation is important, and so is your future.”

"If you are really stressed, you can consider...ending summer camp early."

He didn't say a word of accusation, but it made me feel colder than any other accusation.

The next day, I became the plague of the camp.

When I went to the cafeteria to get food, the auntie who usually gave me an extra spoonful of meat suddenly shook and all the ribs in the spoon fell back into my mouth.

I was only given a spoonful of bland cabbage.

The plate hit the tray heavily, making a harsh sound.

I carried my food tray and passed by the campers who had once been my close friends...

They immediately fell silent and turned their heads away, as if I were some dirty thing.

The teamwork activity in the afternoon was a tent setting up competition.

Ryan Scarlett and I were "unexpectedly" assigned to the same group.

Ryan handed me a support pole, and as soon as I took it, he let go with an "ouch".

The tent fabric collapsed with a loud bang, falling right on my head.

Scarlett laughed sharply, "Rose, you can't even set up a tent, and you want to manage our money?"

"Be a good person before doing anything. If you don't have good character, you won't be able to do anything!"

There was laughter all around.

The person in charge came over and looked at me with a frown.

"Rose, go and have a rest over there first, don't affect the team's progress."

I was officially isolated.

I tried to explain to Mia, with whom I had a good relationship before.

She avoided his gaze and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Rose, don't look for me. I don't know anything."

"Scarlett's family has a background, I...I can't afford to offend her."

Yeah, she can't afford to offend.

Can I afford to offend him?

At night, I sat alone in the dormitory, watching the lively bonfire party outside the window.

Those laughters and joy were like knives stabbing my heart.

The phone screen was lit up, showing an ultimatum from the tutor.

"Rose, please submit an application for leaving the camp yourself tomorrow. It will be better for everyone."

I dragged my suitcase and walked on the empty street.

The wheels rolled through the gaps between the tiles, making a clattering sound.

The whole world has abandoned me.

Just when I felt I was about to be swallowed by despair, I caught a glimpse of a bus stop advertising light box on the side of the road.

"Legal aid, protect your rights."

etc.

A thought shot through my brain like an electric current.

My minor in college was accounting.

I personally recorded every financial account of the summer camp.

I have a habit of backing up important files.

I immediately turned around and rushed into the cheapest Internet cafe on the street.

The receptionist looked at me as if I were a lunatic who had run away from home.

I don't care.

Turn on the computer and insert the USB drive I carry with me.

A folder named "Public Treasury-Confidential Backup" lay there quietly.

I clicked it.