The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 455

Jeanette shot a glance at the teacher on the platform, biting back her anger as she lowered her head. "It won't happen again," she mumbled.

As soon as the words left her lips, she made her way over to the group of roommates she usually hung out with. Sliding into the seat beside them, she whispered, “Why didn't you call me when you guys left earlier?"

None of them—who'd always been eager to please her-bothered to respond.

The smile on Jeanette's face faltered for a moment. She waited until class ended, then forced a grin and looked their way. "Let's hit the bar tonight. Drinks are on me."

Even as she said it, a sneer flickered in her mind: Bunch of freeloaders. Living off my money, and now they think they can freeze me out? If you're so high and mighty, just say no.

Jeanette kept smiling, expecting them to wag their tails and jump at her offer like always. But this time, they just stared at her, silent, eyes glinting with mockery.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Jeanette's voice wavered as she stared back at them.

The three exchanged glances, then turned on her, voices dripping with scorn:

"What's with the attitude, Miss Iverson? Got a little cash and think you're something special?"

yet. Everyone online is saying you're nothing but a bastard-like you deserve to hang out with

always sneaking off with guys behind our backs-you're just following in her

"Like mother, like daughter."

you Dick's daughter, or

closing in on Jeanette, herding her into a

had gone pale, but she kept her composure. She pulled out her phone and

the top of the search feed. Jeanette clicked in, and as she saw the photos and the comments underneath, her expression changed

was acting so differently-no wonder their stares

stay for the next

in Crestwood, the Sawyer family—who had moved there some time ago—had

videos. But then he spotted a comment: Judging by

Dick before

Makes you wonder if

on the videos of Aline and Dick-and sure enough, they were together before

the daughter he'd loved all these years might not be his own, but Dick's. Yet the

between Dick and Jeanette,