Reba watched with a malicious gaze as Anthea disappeared into the distance.
“In this life, I’m destined for greatness. I’m the homing queen! I’m the heiress to the Morris
family! What right did Anthea, that lowly pauper, have to challenge me? Even if Anthea managed to
break away from the Morris family, she could never escape her fate as a stepping stone for me.”
That was what Reba thought.
Rebirth had honed Reba’s acting skills to perfection. Onlookers might even believe she was
distraught over Anthea’s departure.
Sandra was beside herself with pity.
In her eyes, Reba was such a good child, too kind–hearted.
Anthea had stolen everything from her, yet Reba couldn’t bear to see that waste of space go,
even suggesting to treat Anthea like a sister.
“My sweet girl, I know you have a heart of gold and can’t stand to see her leave, but she’s not worth
your kindness. Anthea is nothing but an ungrateful wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Sandramented and
added, “By the way, Reba, how has your foster mother treated you all these years?”
“I almost dropped out of high school in my first year because my foster mother wouldn’t pay my
tuition. I was only saved because the principal waived the school fees due to my outstanding
grades. When I was in elementary school, everyone called me an unwanted bastard…” By the end,
Reba was sobbing uncontrobly.
But the fact was that her foster mother had been nothing but kind, never letting Reba want for
anything, cherishing her as if she were her darling girl.
Even knowing Reba wasn’t her birth child, she worried that returning to the Morris family would
bring Reba scorn and bullying, so she gave Reba all her savings to help her stand
tall.
Reba dared to twist the truth brazenly because she knew no one there was ‘privy to the reality.
After all, evil exists to highlight the good in the world.
Without the green leaves, the red flowers wouldn’t stand out.
The lesser folks were born only to serve as a backdrop to her brilliance.
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When Reba finished her tale, the crowd looked on with righteous anger.
From Reba’s story, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the foster mother had orchestrated the baby–
switching.
It was one heck of a well–thought–out pauper prince plot! Otherwise, why would the foster
mother refuse to pay for Reba’s education?
She wanted Reba to grow up uneducated and worthless.
That was utterly despicable!
Sandra hugged Reba, crying. “My poor child, how could she treat you like this? That bitch…”
Reba patted Sandra’s shoulder, her toneced with sorrow, “It’s all right. I’ve grown ustomed
to it over the years. I’m not her daughter, after all…”
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“My dear, you’ve suffered so much…” Sandra clutched Reba with guilt and sympathy.
In the corner, hidden from everyone’s sight, Reba’s lips curled into a smug smile.
Her n had worked. Everything in this life was under her control.
She bet that enigmatic tycoon was watching her from the shadows.
Following the memories of the original host, Anthea went to the ce of her birth mother, Carole.
Carole lived in the cheapest basement apartment in Cloudcrest.
It was a den of filth and darkness, damp and musty, where daylight never ventured.
It was dinner time, and families were eating by their doorways, tes in hand. They looked up
curiously as Anthea approached.
The slum had never seen anyone like Anthea before.
The original Anthea had worn thick makeup that only amplified her brooding and paranoid aura,
overshadowing her natural radiance.
But Anthea was unlike her predecessor. She was a formidable tech mogul whomanded.
respect, someone even the world leaders would treat with deference. Despite the heavy makeup,
she exuded an aura of superiority that others couldn’t replicate.
Under the watchful gaze of the residents, Anthea knocked on the tightly shut door.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
After a long wait, the door finally creaked open.
Anthea saw a pale, sickly middle–aged woman radiating a pathetic yet endearing air.
“You… you’re Anthea?” Carole gasped in astonishment as she beheld Anthea. She stood frozen
with her eyes filled with disbelief.