After Being Exposed, She Broke Down!

Lydia pulled out her phone, pretending to dial, and started a dramatic monologue to an imaginary wealthy father.

I couldn't help but admire her performance; with her talent, she should've pursued acting instead.

Before long, she hung up, her eyes red-rimmed as she addressed everyone with a sorrowful tone. "I'm so sorry, everyone. Dad's been furious with me over Logan. He said if I don't break up with Logan, he'll cut off my financial support. He wants to see how long I can last.

"So, for now, could you please cover the bill yourselves? Don't worry, once Dad restores my card, I'll pay you all back."

With the conversation at this point, no one had much choice but to pay. After all, they had eaten the meal themselves, and nobody was leaving without settling the bill.

Although reluctant, the group consoled Lydia, trying to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Lydia. You and Logan are true love. Your dad will come around eventually."

"Yeah, Logan's a real achiever. He could make a big name for himself in the future. You can't give up now, Lydia!"

Lydia nodded resolutely, vowing she would never give in.

The evening, however, turned out to be a total fiasco. Everyone, using various excuses, hurried off, leaving the scene.

Once most had left, Lydia approached me with a stony expression and grabbed my arm, her frustration evident.

"Meryl, why did you block my card? You knew I was picking up the tab tonight. Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

I almost laughed out loud at her indignation.

I said, "Your card? It's mine, actually.

"And why should I pay for your dinner? I didn't even get a bite. Are you enjoying taking advantage of me?"

Her desperation grew, and she squeezed my arm so tightly it was painful.

"Are you out of your mind? Taking advantage? I was just trying to help you out with your classmates. They don't even like you, and I was trying to smooth things over!

"You're not only ungrateful but also insulting me. I might as well just die!"

Here we go again. Whenever I didn't cater to her whims, she'd threaten to end it all.

I shook off her hand, my tone icy.

"Fine, if you're so set on it, I won't stop you. Don't worry, I'll make sure your arrangements are taken care of."

With that, I grabbed her shoulder bag and took my car keys from inside.

Ignoring Lydia's enraged stomping, I got into my car and drove away.

I headed straight back to school. If memory served me right, I had a few designer bags that Lydia had borrowed from me. Today, I planned to reclaim them all.

As soon as I parked, Logan stormed over, fuming with anger.

He shoved me against the car door and smashed his fist against the window.

"Meryl, you're disgusting!

"Just because Lydia was worried you might infect everyone and didn't invite you, you deliberately blocked her card? Do you know that's criminal?"

I glanced at the shattered window, unable to hold back a grin.

This was a high-end sports car, and just the window alone was worth at least 8000 thousand.

Logan was out of control, smashing things without a second thought.

I was curious to see if he could cover the damage. If he couldn't, I wondered if vandalizing a car could be considered a crime.

At the start of the school year, Logan was practically glued to my side, constantly showering me with affection, claiming he was head over heels for me.

Naturally, I had no time to entertain his advances, and after a few tries, he lost his patience.

He promptly turned to Lydia and confessed his feelings. It wasn't long before news of their relationship spread like wildfire.

I had someone dig up dirt on Logan, uncovering plenty of shady details. I advised Lydia to break up with him as soon as possible.

To my surprise, she relayed this information to Logan, who then developed a grudge against me.

After I moved out, Logan started telling everyone that I was living off a sugar daddy.

In my past life, I might have let it slide, but now, I was all about settling scores.

I immediately called my dad and asked him to come over and handle the situation.

He arrived in a Rolls-Royce, accompanied by several of the toughest security guards from his company.

As soon as he stepped out, he furiously demanded to know who had vandalized my car.

Logan, terrified, nearly collapsed.

Coincidentally, the principal, who had just finished work, was passing by. My dad had donated generously to the school over the years, so the principal recognized him immediately. With utmost respect, he ushered my dad into the school, and whispers spread through the crowd as everyone speculated about our relationship.

The principal had arranged for someone to bring coffee to the principal's office. Unfortunately, Lydia was the one carrying it.

When she saw me following my dad, her eyes filled with tears as she rushed over to grab my hand.

"Meryl, I know you're upset because I didn't invite you to dinner tonight, but can we discuss this privately? You didn't have to make a scene in the principal's office."

Murmurs of sympathy rose around us, and even my dad looked at me with a stern expression.

He must have thought I was acting like a spoiled brat at school and failing to get along with my classmates.

When she saw me stay silent, Lydia's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction though her face feigned concern.

"Meryl, you should head back. I know you're keen on mingling with wealthy people, but this guest of the principal's is not someone you should be bothering."

I narrowed my eyes, admiring her acting skills. It was impressive how she managed to paint me as someone who clings to the rich.

But Lydia was so engrossed in her performance that she didn't notice my dad's face growing gloomier by the second.

The onlookers began to jeer.

"Ugh, it's been rumored that she's been kept by someone. Just look at her sycophantic attitude, it's disgusting…"

"Maybe her old sponsor got bored with her, and now she's scrambling to find a new one!"

Lydia's smugness grew as she stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at me and telling me to get lost.

It wasn't until she felt a hard slap across her face, leaving half of it swollen, that she finally woke up to reality.

She stared at my dad, her eyes wide with disbelief.

He was still fuming, rolling up his sleeves, ready to deliver another smack.

I quickly intervened, pulling him back and flashing a sweet smile at Lydia.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you. This is my dad."