The driver's daughter, Yesenia Langham, used my family's money to support poor students' entrepreneurship and became the most beautiful rich girl in their hearts in the capital circle.

The youngest son of the richest man, Zachery Sawyer, was pushed down the mountain, and the watch that never left his body was found in my bag. No one suspected that Yesenia was framing me.

My brother, Kenny Langham, investigated the truth with Zachery and was falsely accused of plotting to steal wealth and harm lives by Yesenia.

Zachery was furious, and my whole family was killed.

But Yesenia, having amassed a significant fortune through astute investments, was hailed as Zachery's adopted daughter due to her perceived righteousness in eliminating the family of her father's leader. She led a life that elicited envy from all, built upon the detritus of my family's misfortune.

Looking back, I was reborn when she took poor students to the luxury store under our family's name and spent extravagantly.

She looked at the poorly economically disadvantaged students with tears and said, "You can't go out without even a decent set of clothes. I'll pay for all these men's clothes!"

Seeing the grateful faces of the economically disadvantaged students, I immediately stopped the supplementary card.

"Aren't you the rich girl in the capital circle? Then pay with your own money." I thought.

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"Ms. Langham is beautiful and kind-hearted. She never looked down on us because of our poverty and is the most ethereal girl I've ever met."

"Yes, as the young lady of a wealthy family, she never puts on airs. She goes shopping with us and buys us clothes. She has a good moral character and a noble character!"

Yesenia Langham's vanity swelled to unprecedented heights as she basked in compliments. She lifted her chin proudly and thought of herself as the young lady of the Langham family.

She completely forgot that she was just the daughter of the Langham family's driver and had the same surname as me.

Seeing me looking at her with a smile, her face immediately stiffened.

"Jessica Langham, what's wrong with you? Have you finished the report you were supposed to do?"

"You've been working on a report for a week, and it's still a mess. You don't know where to put any of the numbers. How can you be so stupid?"

She naturally scolded me in front of everyone, attracting everyone in the room to laugh at me.

In my previous life, she often took advantage of her supposed good intentions toward me as an excuse to belittle and ridicule me, especially in crowded settings casually.

Every time I was humiliated to the point of feeling ashamed, I would secretly blame myself and wonder if I was really stupid.

It was only after my death that I realized that Yesenia derived a sense of superiority solely by continually attacking and mocking me.

Standing before me, with my natural beauty and extraordinary charm, no matter how expensive her clothes or cosmetics were, she would still resemble nothing.

My generosity and the praise from the outside world made her no longer willing to be just a driver's daughter, and she forgot that if it weren't for me, she would have been ruined long ago!

A stark contrast to the present, she effortlessly indulged in lavish spending, with her monthly expenditures dwarfing the earnings of an average person accumulated over several years.

Thinking about the past, I took out my phone and canceled all my supplementary cards in a few clicks!

Then I sent messages to the managers of various major stores: [From now on, all expenses of Yesenia must be settled on the spot!]

"If you wish to flaunt your wealth, you must foot the bill yourself. Yesenia, you must experience the life of your original social standing this time." I thought.

When I first met Yesenia, she and her father knelt before the loan shark and said that they borrowed money to save her mother, begging them not to force her to accompany clients.

Out of pity, I helped her repay the money and gave her father a job as a driver.

Later, I went abroad to study, and I was obsessed with product research and design. I didn't pay much attention to the business management that my brother wanted me to learn.

After returning to the country, my brother asked me to manage the design company and even enrolled me in an MBA program.

Yesenia approached me and offered to be my assistant, even volunteering to teach me how to make reports, which was my weakest area. Her only condition was that she, too, wished to pursue an MBA degree.

Originally, I could have hired someone better to manage the company, but seeing how proactive she was, I agreed.

She suggested hiding the fact that she was the daughter of a driver, and I agreed. I even allowed her to use my home address to complete the documents.

To facilitate her work, I gave her a set of keys to the luxury cars under my name and allowed her to enter my room.

I had always been low-key, and with the heavy workload of the company's design tasks, I didn't have much time to interact with my MBA classmates. So, I asked her to record the courses.

Meanwhile, under the name of the young lady in my family, she actively recruited poor students with entrepreneurial ideas and used the money in my supplementary card to help them start their businesses.

The poor students regarded Yesenia as their benefactor and, in gratitude, gave her the title of the most beautiful young lady of the wealthy circle in the capital despite her mediocre appearance.

I accidentally discovered hidden bills and realized that she had embezzled 30 million from my family!

I confronted her, and she stammered, claiming that she had never spent a penny recklessly and that she just felt sorry for the poor students.

I didn't think deeply about her intentions in my previous life, nor did I pursue it further.

My brother, Kenny Langham, was afraid that I would be too devoted to work and exhaust myself, so he asked me to go on a trip.

After Yesenia found out, she begged and pleaded, saying that she also wanted to go out and relax and see the world. But she pushed the son of the richest man, Tony Sawyer, down the mountain and framed me, putting Tony's wristwatch that he always wore into my bag!

No matter how I tried to prove my innocence, it was useless. The poor students rally around her, offering alibis and even secretly tampering with the surveillance footage.

The richest man, Zachery Sawyer, who lost his beloved son, hated me to the core. Then, I realized that I had raised a vicious 'wolf'!

Kenny worked day and night to prove my innocence.

Yesenia covertly created a fake phone recording featuring Kenny and Zachery's foe, incriminating Kenny in a conspiracy with the enemy to murder Zachery's entire family.

She also forged a cooperation agreement with my brother, imitating his handwriting.

Zachery, furious and humiliated, took ruthless actions against us, causing Kenny to die tragically and my parents to commit suicide by taking poison. I was stabbed to death by the madman released by Yesenia, with no good ending!

Meanwhile, the project that Yesenia invested in with my family's money was a great success. And because she had a favor with Zachery, she was recognized as his adopted daughter, having Zachery as her backer and enjoying a smooth life, stepping on the bones of our family, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

"I will never let this tragedy happen again in my this life!" I thought.

Ready to leave after enough attention, Yesenia was stopped by the staff and asked to pay the bill.

"When did I ever pay the bill?" Her tone was sharp and angry.

Knowing that I arranged it, running to me, gritting my teeth, and glaring.

"Jessica, are you out of your mind? I worked hard to build a reputation for the Langham family, and you're here to ruin it? You don't understand anything about social etiquette, and you just like to make trouble! Hurry up and cancel the notice immediately!" she said.

I lowered my head and swiped my phone to check the sales report, "Any shopping that is not reported to the company has to be paid for by yourself!"

Yesenia went to pay the bill angrily and discovered that the supplementary card was suspended. Embarrassed and without escape, she feigned fainting and played the pity card.

A poor student immediately ran over and hugged her, slapping my phone out of my hand, and said, "Your boss is overworked and has low blood sugar. How can you still be in the mood to look at your broken phone? Quickly bring her some candy!"

As I casually dug into my ear, I glanced at my custom-made phone lying shattered on the ground. "Does a phone that costs a fortune really deserve to be called broken like this?"

This poor student was called Harold Laxton. On the day of the MBA opening ceremony, he saw me getting out of a luxury car and showed great concern for me. Later, I didn't know who said the car belonged to Yesenia. I was just a lousy assistant who hitched a ride and attended classes. He immediately changed his attitude towards me and constantly flattered Yesenia.

Yesenia assumed that the assistant was the face of the company. Not only did she take many expensive clothes from my room, but she also "borrowed" a lot of jewelry. She dressed herself up in a luxurious and extravagant manner every day.

On the other hand, I had spent most of my time designing, and my attire was mainly loose and casual and the jewelry I wore was simple and self-made, keeping a simple and matching style.

In comparison, coupled with Yesenia's vague words, everyone thought I was a high-profile assistant who still needed the boss to drive for me. They hinted at me shamelessly, and some even shouted at me.

If it weren't for Kenny teaching me not to waste time with these idles, I would have given him a few slaps long ago.

Yesenia remained "unconscious," and Harold carried her and rushed her to the hospital.

I instructed the store manager to notify the legal department directly if Yesenia didn't pay the bill.

Not far from the mall, a large flowerpot suddenly fell from above and hit my head.

The large flowerpot shattered right below my feet, narrowly missing my head! If I hadn't stepped back in time, I would have surely been killed!

I looked up with an indifferent gaze and saw a flash of green shadow above the tall building, and it was the school uniform!