Chapter 3Dancing for Tuition, Humiliated by a Fake Heiress

The housekeeper casually found me some ill-fitting clothes.

She watched me like a hawk, not letting me wander, especially not daring to let me even step on the stairs leading to Tiffany’s third-floor room.

I couldn’t stand this idiotic and cruel family anymore.

I found an opportunity to escape.

Tomorrow, my mentor, Professor Davies, had a project starting, and he’d specifically asked me to participate.

That was why I was so desperate to earn quick money.

The project required going abroad, and the expenses would be significant. I couldn’t burden my mentor, who had already helped me so much.

But as soon as I escaped, I ran right into the family returning from the hospital.

“Why can’t you ever settle down?”

Mr. Sterling scowled the moment he saw me, roaring in anger.

“I told you to stay home and recover.”

“Once you’re free of that dirty virus, we can talk about everything, okay?”

I wrenched my arm free from his grip, staring at him coldly.

“Since you think I’m so unclean, then why don’t I just leave?”

“You never really wanted to acknowledge me anyway.”

Mr. Sterling grew agitated, ordering his men to seize me again and drag me back to the mansion.

“Any other day, but not today. We can’t have a scene.”

“Professor Davies is coming to our house for dinner tonight!”

My ears perked up instantly. Professor Davies was coming!

This was perfect!

Seeing my stunned expression, Chad snorted.

“Heh, you still claim you got into an Ivy League? Your cover’s blown, isn’t it?”

“You don’t even know who Professor Davies is! I’ll tell you, he’s coming to take me on as his student today!”

I grew even more puzzled. Hadn’t Professor Davies told me I was his chosen protégé?

Mr. Sterling forcibly locked me in the attic, cautioning me.

“Someone as filthy and unclean as you shouldn’t be seen by Professor Davies.”

“If we can get involved in that massive project he’s working on, it’ll be a fortune beyond our wildest dreams!”

“You understand how important this is, right?”

“Don’t you want money? As long as you stay quiet and don’t cause trouble today, I’ll give you twenty thousand.”

I remained silent, then agreed.

A faint sense of glee bubbled up inside me. I hadn’t realized Professor Davies commanded such respect, making even a billionaire like Mr. Sterling nervous.

The attic door was locked. I quietly waited for the commotion downstairs.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice drifted up from below.

“Mr. Sterling, it’s getting late, I can’t stay much longer.”

I immediately sprang up, pulling out the paperclip I’d hidden in my sleeve. In a few quick movements, I picked the lock.

I tiptoed downstairs, listening to the Sterlings’ fawning flattery towards Professor Davies, all the while calculating how to make them pay.

As I reached the corner of the dining room, Professor Davies’ hearty laughter reached my ears.

I took a step forward, about to call out to him,

But a pair of hands from behind clamped over my mouth, dragging me into the backyard.

Tiffany brutally pushed my head under the swimming pool water.

My mouth and nose filled with water. Just as I felt I was about to drown,

Tiffany released me. I gasped and choked, coughing violently at the edge of the pool like a half-drowned rat.

Tiffany leaned close to my ear, her voice venomous.

“You, you will not ruin my life.”

“I’m telling you, everything in the Sterling family belongs to me!”

“You filthy Trailer Trash Girl, you’d better know your place.”

“If this project goes through today, I’ll be a respected heiress nationwide.”

“You dirty woman, don’t you dare try to ruin everything for me!”

Before I could respond, a familiar voice cried out in alarm nearby.

“What are you doing here?!”

I struggled to lift my head, seeing Professor Davies standing a short distance away, his eyes filled with concern.