After I was Framed, Everyone Regretted

This time, I dodged and slapped her hard.

“If the phone breaks, you might as well break along with it!” I glared at her fiercely.

Before, I didn’t care how much noise she made because problems that could be solved with money weren’t really problems to me. But this phone was different.

“How dare a mistress hit me?” Calista shouted, covering her face. “You all better help me teach her a lesson!”

Her face twisted and contorted with rage.

But those sycophantic classmates, eager for a chance to show off, rushed over one by one to kick and punch me.

“Back in school, they called you the school beauty? That’s hilarious! What kind of beauty becomes a mistress without shame?”

“How much for a ride on the bus? Just give me a number and I’ll buy you tonight!”

“Look at her pathetic face! When you hit her, be careful not to make her enjoy it!”

Curled up on the ground, the humiliation I felt was beyond words.

“You’ll all regret this!” My voice trembled with fury.

But they were like a group of masked demons, laughing wildly.

“It's hilarious! What rights does a mistress have? Do you think you can make me regret it?”

“Exactly! Just a mistress, so what if we hit you? The police will praise us for doing a good job!”

“We're just ridding the world of pests, you trash!”

They surrounded me, their words drowning me.

The guests at Seraphine Hotel were all prominent figures, yet in my current state, even those who knew me couldn't recognize who I was.

“Do you see this, you worthless woman? This is the class difference between us. A lowly person like you will never even compare to a single hair on my head in hundreds of years!” Calista sneered at me.

At that moment, a group of ten or so bodyguards surged out of Seraphine Hotel, surrounding a figure at the center.

Orson rushed forward, his face filled with concern and worry. “Baby, are you okay?”

He hurried over and the professionalism of the bodyguards was impressive, making people speculate about Orson’s identity.

“That must be the president of Seraphine Hotel! So young and handsome!”

“Indeed! Just look at that mistress; she really doesn't match up!”

As the onlookers commented, those classmates stepped aside to create a path.

Calista put on a facade of deep hurt, perfectly playing the part of a victim in this drama.

Orson held Calista tightly, his face full of concern. “Are you okay, baby? I had to handle some personal matters. Let me see how you’re doing.”

He looked at Calista with such tenderness. The thought that he used to look at me the same way made me feel sick. Some people truly didn’t deserve to be human.

Then, Orson turned to the bodyguards nearby and shouted, “Are you all blind? My girlfriend got hurt and none of you did anything about it?”

His angry demeanor chilled me. It seemed he had never lost his composure for me like that.

Of course, I didn’t need him to.

“How lucky she is! Mr. Rupert is not just handsome but also rich. Why can’t I meet a true prince charming like that?”

“Forget it, who would look at someone like you?”

Many people around were casting envious glances at Calista. Those classmates eagerly approached Orson, trying to strike up a relationship with him, afraid of missing out on any advantage.

"Mr. Rupert, I used to be really close with Calista in school; we were like best friends! Can you arrange a job for me at the hotel?"

"I'm her best friend too! We used to chat late into the night every day!"

"Mr. Rupert, I know you don't recognize me, but I supported Calista when she was with you!"

Everyone at the scene was frantically trying to network, even those who had previously been on bad terms with Calista or looked down on her were now desperately trying to show off.

Calista wore a proud expression. She first cast a haughty glance at me and then looked at her classmates.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to fight over it! My dear has plenty of money," Calista said triumphantly.

Now was her moment to shine and she naturally couldn't care less about the pain on her face.

"You don't have to worry about anything; just leave everything to me!" After saying that, she held her head high, waiting for her classmates to flatter her.

The crowd exchanged glances and Orson took the opportunity to speak up.

"Exactly! If you want jobs or anything, just talk to her. She is now the vice general manager of Seraphine Hotel. If you want to collaborate or work, she can get it done with just one word!" Orson waved his hand grandly, making a show of generosity. It’s worth noting that Seraphine Hotel was one of the few super five-star hotels in the city and its commercial value was extraordinary for ordinary people from any perspective.

This made the classmates even more excited.

"Calista, I was the one who put in the most effort earlier, so you can't forget me!"

"Calista, I was the most dedicated; I was the one who opened the trunk for you!"

"I was the most energetic when I hit that little bitch just now! You know our family is in the beer business, so just look..."

They were all eagerly fawning over Calista. Their faces flushed with excitement, afraid of being neglected by her. At that moment, Calista wore a smug expression, pretending to be high and mighty.

"Alright, I'll see how you all perform later and then I'll decide whether or not to help you," she said, putting on airs. But her classmates didn't mind at all; they gathered around her, showering her with compliments.

Just as Calista was enjoying the flattery and preparing to leave, she suddenly looked at me.

"By the way, darling, weren't you just asking me about something?"

With tears welling in her eyes, Calista said, "I—I got slapped! It still hurts!"

As she spoke, she burst into tears. That pitiful expression truly made me feel sick to my stomach.

"What?" Orson was furious.

Calista clung to his hand and pretended to be kind, saying, "But darling, you shouldn’t be too angry. I believe that person only acted out of jealousy for my beauty and because she's envious of having such a perfect boyfriend like you!"

However, Orson snorted coldly, gripping her hand tightly as he said, "No matter who it is, if they lay a hand on you, I will ruin their life!"

Calista gazed at him with affectionate eyes.

"Really? Anyone at all?" she asked.

"Yes, anyone!" Orson replied, puffing out his chest with pride.

He continued, "Maybe I'm not a top-tier tycoon, but with my current status, even those elite rich kids would have to listen to my reprimands!"

"Alright!"

"Truly impressive! He was so commanding!"

"Such a domineering man, who wouldn't love him?"

The crowd erupted in applause, all praising Orson as a great man.

I could see the smug smile on Orson's face, along with the ugly expression he wore after satisfying his vanity. I knew this was his true nature.

It was ironic that next to me, he had never had the chance to show off. Perhaps his pursuit of vanity was all he truly cared about?

"Alright, sweetheart, just tell me, who bullied you?" Orson finally turned to ask Calista after basking in the attention.

Calista pouted and said, "If I tell you, you must promise not to get angry!"

"I won’t be angry, go ahead!" Orson nodded.

At this, a smirk crept across Calista's lips as she continued, "It's a woman who's somewhat related to you. I believe you were just confused for a moment to be charmed by someone so lowly and beneath you. But as long as you love me, I can forgive you for any mistakes!" She gazed deeply into Orson's eyes.

However, Orson looked puzzled.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asked, clearly bewildered.

Finally, Calista pointed at me. "It's her, that lowly, worthless little mistress!"

Upon hearing this, Orson frowned and looked over at me.