Chapter 3The Long-Lost Daughter Returned... But I'm the Real Heiress

Truthfully, I didn't have much ill will toward her. She was my adoptive parents' biological daughter, which made her my cousin. Blood is thicker than water.

When we first met, I actually felt a lot of sympathy for her. But her behavior since stepping foot in this house completely killed that vibe.

If she didn't want to acknowledge me as her sister, I wasn't going to bend over backwards to kiss her ring.

But I severely underestimated Mia's ambition and her shady little tactics.

Every single day, she tried to pull off some petty scheme to make me lose my temper, hoping to usurp my place in the household.

She constantly played the "sweet, innocent angel" in front of Mom, looking at me smugly whenever she got a compliment.

She went out of her way to do chores for the maids, trying to prove how "humble" and different she was compared to me.

I just watched her coldly, refusing to take the bait.

She was a girl who had grown up starved for affection, so she was desperate for the spotlight.

I, on the other hand, had been showered in love since the day I was born. Her tacky little tricks were beneath me, and I couldn't be bothered to entertain them.

But after the hundredth time she tried to pull a fast one on me, I finally got annoyed enough to call my biological dad, who was out of the country on business.

After hearing me complain, he immediately threatened to fly back, legally transfer my guardianship back to him, and take me away so I wouldn't have to suffer.

It took me half an hour to calm him down, and he ended up insisting on buying me a new sports car to make up for it.

A few days later, the luxury dealership called. I headed over to test drive it, in a great mood.

But the moment I reached the showroom doors, I saw Mia arguing with the staff, flanked by a squad of her new sycophant friends.

I could hear her shrieking from fifty feet away.

"You minimum-wage losers! Do you know who I am? How dare you block my way!"

Her little minions echoed her:

"Open your blind eyes! This is the eldest daughter of the Sterling family! Move!"

"She's richer than your entire bloodline!"

"Get your manager out here now!"

I was still trying to figure out why she was even here when the general manager, Mr. Davis, hurried over with a warm smile to escort me to the VIP lounge.

As I walked past Mia, she pointed at me and shrieked, "Why does she get to go in?!"

I looked at her like she was the punchline to a joke. "Because I'm a Platinum VIP, sweetie. Of course I can go in."

Mia bit her lip stubbornly, glaring at the stressed-out employee. "So what if it's a VIP card? How much is it? Ring me up for ten of them!"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Mia, you can't just buy a Platinum VIP status here."

Her friends obviously didn't believe me, crossing their arms arrogantly. "What stupid VIP rule is that? Our Mia is a billionaire heiress. She has infinite money."

"If you have it, Mia can get it with a snap of her fingers!"

Mr. Davis couldn't take the disrespect anymore. He cleared his throat. "Our Platinum VIP tier is by invitation only, exclusively for clients who have spent over thirty million dollars here consecutively over the past five years."