Miranda turned her anger fully toward Seraphina. “Get out! Leave before I call the police. From this moment on, you’re cut off from the Vales for good!” Lyanna grabbed her mother’s arm in a panic. “Mom, even if she doesn’t care about us, we can’t be heartless. Her family is so poor. As her sister, I should help her.” The house staff were visibly touched. Such kindness. Lyanna slipped the bangle off her wrist and placed it into Seraphina’s hand. “This was a gift from Damian. Take it. I won’t report the photos, and if you ever need money, just come to me.” Seraphina’s crescent-shaped eyes shimmered with amusement as she looked at her. The whole repaying cruelty with kindness act—what a performance. Terrible acting, but impressively committed. “Don’t be shy. Just take it,” Lyanna insisted. Seraphina smiled faintly, her gaze sharp and unreadable. Even Lyanna could tell she’d been seen through. She shrank back, panicked, and stammered, “Is it not enough? I can go get more!” Right on cue. Seraphina replied smoothly, “Go ahead.” “What?” Lyanna froze. She had only meant to put on a show, but now she was stuck in it. Miranda couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped forward, fuming, and pointed a trembling finger. “Don’t be greedy! Take the bracelet and get out. Now!” Seraphina turned the bangle over in her hand, inspecting it lazily. Her lips curled with scorn. A low-grade knockoff. So this was what Damian gave as a “token of love”? Was he blind, or did he just not give a d*mn about Lyanna? Everyone thought Seraphina would greedily accept it. But instead, the next second, she dropped it to the floor and stepped on it. Gasps echoed through the hall. All eyes were on her foot, crushing the bracelet. As if she were stomping Lyanna herself. Miranda snapped out of the shock first, screaming, “What are you doing?! That was a gift! How dare you step on it?” “Acid-dyed, plastic-infused junk,” Seraphina said coolly. “You gonna cherish it forever?” The crowd erupted. Even Lyanna looked stunned. It seemed she didn’t know it was fake either. Seraphina’s lips curved into a taunting smile. “Damian gave you this mass-produced garbage and called it love? Maybe that’s all you are to him.” Lyanna panicked. “You’re lying! Damian truly loves me.” “Oh?” Seraphina’s voice was light. “Then I guess he’s just blind. A rich heir who can’t tell trash from treasure? That’s embarrassing.” Miranda was shaking with rage. “Get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!” “Then donate your eyes. That way, you’ll never have to.” “You—!” “Everyone shut up!” Leonard stormed in, shouting over the chaos. He took a deep breath and glared at Seraphina. “She’s older than you. She deserves your respect. Behave yourself. We didn’t raise you this way.” Seraphina looked at him, voice calm. “Respect has to be mutual, Mr. Vale. Have you ever respected me?” Leonard’s face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Three of them, and not one could out-talk her. Miranda seethed, clinging to empty threats. “Go on and be arrogant. Soon enough, you’ll be crawling back to us in tears.” She was sure Seraphina had no idea how hard life in the countryside really was. Soon, the girl would be begging to come back—and when she did, Miranda would make her pay. Seraphina didn’t even glance back. She turned and walked toward the door. Outside, a sleek sports car was parked at the gate. The carbon fiber body gleamed under the sun, sleek and perfectly contoured from hood to tail. Black as night, polished like obsidian. The LED headlights narrowed like the eyes of a hawk. Six exhaust pipes gleamed at the rear. Everything about it stood out. The car wasn’t just expensive—it was rare, and unmistakably unique. The driver’s side door opened, and an elderly man with silver hair stepped out. He paused when he saw her, then hesitated. “Seraphina?” She gave a slight nod. “Good day, Miss. Allow me to introduce myself—I’m Jack, the butler of the Drayven family. I’ve been sent to escort you home.” She returned the greeting politely, showing respect for his age. Meanwhile, her mind raced. This car was a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the most expensive supercar in the world. Price tag: $12 million. But even if you had the money, it wouldn’t matter—there was only one in existence, and it was already owned. For years, people had speculated, Who owns that car? Who was powerful enough to buy it? Seraphina raised an eyebrow. “Home?” Jack caught on quickly and explained, “Three months ago, someone from the Drayven family came to the Vales for DNA testing. Unfortunately, the lab made an error in the results. Mr. Drayven was furious. He shut the entire facility down and ordered tests from three separate certified agencies. The correct report just arrived. We haven’t had time to inform the Vales yet.” So her real family had the power to shut down a DNA lab on a whim… And they owned the only Bugatti La Voiture Noire in existence? But Miranda had said her “real family” lived in some rundown village in the middle of nowhere. Seraphina asked, “Where exactly is your family located?” “Azuregate, Valedawn,” Jack replied at once. Valedawn—capital of the country, global financial hub. Divided into four districts: Azuregate, Wynrow, Rosden, and Umberfell. Azuregate ruled over the rest. Damian was the heir to the Roth family, the wealthiest in Umberfell. The Vales had treated the Roths like gods—groveling just to secure a marriage tie. As far as they were concerned, marrying into the Roths meant stepping into Valedawn’s elite circles. And now Seraphina understood why Miranda had been in such a rush. She had been terrified that Seraphina’s presence would ruin everything with the Roths. So she’d tried to get rid of her before the truth could come out. “Miss, please—this way.” Jack opened the passenger door with care. Seraphina didn’t like having an elderly man serve her. She gently supported his arm and declined respectfully. “No need, Jack. I can manage.” Their brief exchange was spotted by Lyanna, who had just come outside. A servant mentioned that someone had come to pick Seraphina up. She didn’t believe it. The fake parents supposedly lived in some backward mountain village—no way they had a car, much less this. Had Seraphina hired someone to keep up appearances? And an old man at that? What, was she selling herself now? Disgusting. She had to tell her parents immediately. They needed to see the joke Seraphina had become.