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?"

you haven't checked your phone yet. Everyone online is saying you're nothing but a bastard-like you deserve to hang

whore, and you're her daughter. No wonder you're always sneaking off

"Like mother, like daughter."

curious-are you Dick's

them crossed their arms, closing in on

had gone pale, but she

search feed. Jeanette clicked in, and as she saw the photos

acting so differently-no wonder

not bothering to stay for the next class. She headed straight

moved there some time

videos. But then he spotted a

before she

Makes you wonder if Jeanette is really Dick's

turning ashen. He went back and checked the timestamps on the videos of Aline and Dick-and sure enough, they were

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

between Dick and Jeanette,