The True Heiress's Return

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With a single sentence, Shakira effortlessly shifted the focus of public opinion onto Yvette! In an instant, the smile on Yvette's face completely froze, and her pupils dilated in panic. 'How dare Shakira expose my identity like that!" Before she could get angry, gasps of astonishment echoed around her. A chilling sensation crept up Yvette's body from the soles of her feet. "Oh my God! Yvette is Lago's biological daughter?!"

"No way, is that true? Isn't Yvette the daughter of the Nelson family? Her birthday party a few months ago was the biggest event in Crescentville; it couldn't have been that extravagant if she wasn't his real daughter!" Shakira is is the adopted daughter of the Smith family; she must know who the real daughter of the Smith family is.

"But

"I saw some gossip before saying that the daughter of a prominent family in Crescentville was swapped at birth and has been living in someone else's home for years. Now that the real daughter is back, she's not leaving. Could it be Yvette?"

"I thought it was strange before, but now it all makes sense! Don't you find it odd? Shakira isn't the Smith family's real daughter, so changing her last name makes sense, but why did she take the surname Nan?" "What else could it be? Shakira is the daughter of the Nelson family!"

"That ties everything together! Shakira and Yvette are the swapped daughters!"

then Yvette is disgusting for stealing someone else's identity and not returning to her real parents!"

"If this is true, then

"You know what they say: Dragons give birth to dragons, and rats' children dig holes! It's not surprising that Lago's daughter would do something like this!"

"Wow, this gossip is huge and shocking!"

Listening to the chatter from all directions, Yvette felt incredibly tense, on the verge of breaking down! She couldn't bear the suspicion and criticisms. Covering her ears, she shot Shakira a furious glance and turned to leave. But before she could get far, she almost bumped into the head of her grade. "Class is starting! Where are you going? Get back to your seat!"

"..." Yvette froze, feeling stuck-neither leaving nor staying was an option. Finally, she gripped her fists tightly and reluctantly returned to her seat under everyone's gaze.

Shakira leisurely sat back down, surprisingly impressed by how composed Yvette was.

"What are you all making noise

Yvette felt like she was sitting on pins

By the end

of the grade stopped everyone. "I have something to announce: our school has taken on a one-on-one assistance program for universities in remote areas, promoting donations from the entire school. This is voluntary; those who wish to donate can report to the class monitor, Each grade has its own charity tasks, and for our grade, we'll be doing a donation of old clothes. Let's discuss how to implement it.

caught Yyette's gaze, sending a look toward a certain spot at the back. A female student in the back raised her hand, "Teacher, since short videos are so popular now, why don't we

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include the process of selecting old clothes to show everyone is sincerely contributing to charity; that way, it's authentic and meaningful!" The head of the grade nodded. "That's a good

student numbers, fifteen people per group. This task is urgent, so

left, the students organized themselves into

displeased as she watched Yvette and Berry being grouped together, whispering to Shakira, "What kind of luck is this? How

when she entered the classroom. "So

a message.

group had received skincare products from her last week, so they all supported Berry's leadership. Xanthe felt even more

a bright future. But they had already fallen out with her, and now returning to her would be awkward. "Berry

let's focus on recording videos at the homes of com classmates today." She scanned the room and saw no one objecting, "As the group leader, I'll take the lead and film at my place first. To ensure the authenticity of the donation campaign, group members can supervise the

at Berry's seemingly

But will it be inconvenient to visit other classmates' homes afterward?" Xanthe huffed, "My sofa is over twenty meters long; there's plenty of room

teeth in frustration, thinking, "What a nouveau

might not want to come to my home." She didn't name names, but everyone knew who she was referring to,

another. On the way, Berry called home, and Mrs. Wen personally came out to greet them, warm and friendly, providing a generous welcome. After a light afternoon coffee, they entered Berry's room, and several girls squealed in delight. 'So this is what the White family is like; they're really wealthy! In the city center, even

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Xanthe's house, everyone was astonished. There was such a large fountain, and the small garden was about a hundred square meters. The sofa truly was over twenty meters long; fifteen people could sit comfortably

Xanthe's mother rolled up her sleeves and gathered two suitcases full of clothes,