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!

The next day, just as I arrived at the school gate, a leg with a sandbag tied to it kicked fiercely toward my chest with a force of about approximately 110 pounds. I reacted quickly and dodged it in a flash.

I pressed the high-voltage rod against the newcomer's leg, causing him to collapse on the ground in numbness.

Chaim Henley was Yesenia's protector. He had a big and strong fist. At this moment, he is screaming in pain, "Bitch, how dare you hit me!"

I waved the electric baton, "Justifiable defense! Dare to kick me, then you should taste the feeling of being electrocuted!"

He was incredibly stubborn, relentlessly insulting me with a barrage of derogatory names such as 'bastard,' 'bitch,' and even 'vampire'.

"It's you, the ungrateful person, who I kicked! If it weren't for Yesenia paying off your debts, you would have died countless times. You, a useless assistant, dare to act high and mighty! Yesterday, Yesenia was seriously ill, but you didn't care at all. Believe me, I'll go find Yesenia's brother and make you beggars! If it weren't for your damn luck, I would have taken your life yesterday!" He shouted.

"So, it was you who smashed the flowerpot!" I looked at him with a flat gaze. "But who told you that I'm just a useless assistant?"

"Yesenia, she said..."

Before Chaim could finish his words, Yesenia, who had been pretending to be quiet in the shadows, jumped out to stop him.

She pretended to speak softly to me, "Jessica, where have you been recently? I've been worried about you for several nights when you were sent back by different cars."

I had been working overtime at the company recently. Kenny cared about me and drove me home in different cars.

Yesenia didn't mention Kenny, only the cars. It seemed like I had relationships with different men every night.

Many students were coming to class, and they all pointed out and talked about me, using unbearable vulgar language.

Chaim spat on the ground in disgust, "Shameless bitch, you should be executed by firing squad!"

Harold continued, "This is an MBA program. With her here, it's a disgrace to the school and us! Let's find the principal and kick this troublemaker out!"

The crowd was furious and rushed towards the principal's office.

Yesenia stood up again to stop everyone, showing a face of pity for the people.

"Everyone, life should not be defined. Although Jessica is not good, we should allow her to reform herself," she said.

Everyone was moved by her words and praised her one after another.

"She is truly a philanthropist with a high vision!"

"Some people should stop being so despicable. Even though she is not worthy of taking the shoes of our philanthropist young lady, she should at least act like a decent human being!"

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This praise made Yesenia forget herself and look at me disdainfully, "Jessica, I can only help you this much. Go and apologize to Chaim quickly. How can you use an electric baton to harm our classmates?"

Chaim saw Yesenia standing up for him, and after a moment of surprise, he immediately let out a heavy snort! "You have committed the crime of maliciously injuring people. If you don't want to go to jail, kneel down quickly!"

Everyone around agreed with Chaim, and Yesenia kept urging me to recognize the situation and kneel down early to be relieved.

A sneer appeared on my face. Chaim's tuition fees were all donated by me. Where did he get the confidence to shout in front of me?

Seeing that I didn't kneel for a long time, Chaim felt that he had lost face in front of Yesenia. He took advantage of my unpreparedness and kicked my electric baton away.

A sharp and heavy stone hit the back of my head. The force was strong and fierce. He wanted to kill me!

I had learned martial arts abroad, so I easily avoided the stone and swung the arm of the person behind me, throwing him onto the sharp stone.

Harold, who attacked me, was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. Chaim picked up the electric baton and shocked me!

I twisted his wrist and pressed the electric baton against him, then kicked him onto Harold.

The two were shocked by the electricity, crying and screaming. No one dared to approach them.

The principal, Mary Bonney, hurriedly arrived and saw this scene, pounding his chest, and was furious, "Stop it right away! Is it embarrassing to fight at the school gate?"