"Her father donated three teaching buildings to our school," the teacher snapped, arms crossed. "Do you think someone from a rich family like that is someone you can afford to offend?"

I chuckled coldly.

“Oh? Since when did those three teaching buildings become his donation?”

The teacher snorted, looking at me like I’d just told the joke of the century.

"If not him, then who? You?"

I gave a calm nod.

"Yes. I did."

The teachers burst out laughing.

"Unbelievable—do you even hear yourself?"

"With what? Your daughter couldn’t even pay her tuition until today, and you expect us to believe you donated three entire buildings?"

Clearly, these were new hires. They weren’t around back then.

I raised my eyes and said coolly,

“Call your principal.”

The teachers exchanged glances but made no move. It was clear they didn’t believe me and assumed I was bluffing.

"Refusing, are we?" I pulled out my phone.

"Then I’ll call him myself."

I dialed. The call connected almost instantly.

“This is Vivian. I’m at your school. Come here—now.”

More laughter followed, and one teacher scoffed.

“Please, enough with the act. Do you really think the principal has time for your little drama?”

“Right? Why don’t you save yourself the embarrassment? Even your daughter’s watching.”

Another waved at the security guards.

“Escort them out.”

I raised a brow.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

"You might want to think carefully. When your principal arrives, he just might expel all of you instead.”

“Get real. What a shameless woman. Still putting on a show after all that—”

“Stop it—right now!”

A voice cuts through the chaos.

Everyone froze as the principal came rushing down the corridor, red-faced and panting.

“Miss Blake! My deepest apologies—I didn’t know you were here. When did you return to the country? Why didn’t you let me know in advance?”

The hall went dead silent.

All eyes widened as the principal practically bowed before me.

The teachers who had just mocked me stood there, pale and dumbfounded.

“Wait… did he just say Miss Blake?”

“She’s the eldest daughter of the Blake Enterprises? The real one?”

“No way… could she really be the Blake family’s heiress?”

Even Savannah’s face drained of color.

“No… this can’t be. You’re lying!”

I didn’t even glance her way.

Instead, I looked at the principal, voice calm but laced with steel.

“I remember three years ago, you were just the teaching director. Do you remember who recommended you for promotion?”

The principal wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed again.

“Of course I remember. If not for your endorsement, Miss Blake, I wouldn’t be standing here today.”

“You supported me when no one else did—I owe my career to you.”

I gave a small nod.

“Good. Then let me make myself clear.”

I motioned toward the girls huddled behind the teachers.

“I hit them. Because they’ve been bullying my daughter for over two years—with the school turning a blind eye.”

“I want justice. And if this school doesn’t resolve this properly, the Blake family will cut all donations. All funding. All investments.”

The principal bowed deeply.

“Understood, Miss Blake. I will handle it personally.”

And he did.

Within two hours, the arrogant teachers who mocked us were terminated.

Only then did they realize...

They’d bet on the wrong family.

The teachers, now jobless and disgraced, turned their anger elsewhere.

“It’s all Savannah’s fault!” one of them grumbled bitterly. “She’s not even the real daughter of the Blake Enterprises—just a counterfeit.”

“If it weren’t for her lies, we wouldn’t have lost our jobs!”

Less than half a day later, the principal returned with the surveillance footage.

Sure enough, the recordings from the past six months showed Savannah and her clique repeatedly bullying Amanda—shoving her, humiliating her, sabotaging her desk, even spilling food on her uniform.

There was no denying it now.

All the girls involved were expelled on the spot.

The principal turned to me carefully. “Miss Blake, are you satisfied with how the school handled the matter?”

I gave a cool nod.

“I am. But make sure it doesn’t happen again. Not just for my daughter—for any student. Strengthen your management. This school should protect its children.”

Meanwhile—

At an extravagant auction venue across town, Graham was releasing a sky lantern with Clarissa. He’d just purchased a diamond ring worth tens of millions.

At least, he thought he had.

When he handed over the black supplementary card, the payment failed.

Graham frowned. “What’s wrong with your machine? This is an unlimited card.”

The staff bowed nervously. “Sorry, sir. Let us try again.”

They switched out the POS device—twice. Still failed.

Clarissa’s voice rose sharply. “What kind of garbage equipment is this? I have an unlimited card! How could it be declined?”

“I want to speak to your organizer!”

The auction manager arrived quickly. They tried a different card—it worked.

“Mr. Wyatt, Miss Hale, the machine’s fine. Perhaps you could try another card?”

Clarissa’s face went pale. “Impossible…”

Graham, now sweating, called the bank.

The verdict was swift.

The supplementary card had been frozen.

Furious, Graham stormed out and headed straight to find his daughter.

When he saw her, his rage boiled over.

He didn’t hesitate—he slapped, kicked, and shouted.

“Amanda! Call your mother now! Why can’t the card be used? What the hell is going on?”

“Tell her to reissue it immediately! Aunt Clarissa still hasn’t bought the diamonds!”

I stood in the shadows, fists clenched, barely holding myself back.

Instead of reacting, I calmly raised my phone and captured the scene.

Then I sent the video directly to my father.

Me: Dad, your granddaughter was beaten and humiliated. Can you tolerate that?

Our Blake family isn’t just the wealthiest in Ridgeport—

We’re feared. And that fear starts with my father.

He once ruled this city with a name that sent chills down spines: Victor Blake.

His reply came seconds later.

Dad: Isn’t that bastard your ex-husband? How dare he touch my granddaughter? I’ll destroy him. He’ll lose everything—his reputation, his businesses, his peace.