The Maid’s Daughter Poses as the Heiress to the Group

Kimberly, my nanny’s daughter, has stolen my life. By exploiting my father's kindness, she masquerades as me, wearing my luxury clothes and driving his Rolls Royce to project a celebrity image. While she bullies colleagues and basks in their flattery at the office, she plays the perfect daughter at home. Worst of all, she wages a psychological war against me behind closed doors, twisting my mind until I feel like an unwanted burden to my own family.

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Chapter 2

I watched coldly as these oblivious women fawned over Kimberly.

I initially planned to avoid conflict, but trouble found me.

Angel, the biggest sycophant, smirked and pointed at my water cup, saying, "How dare you use such a nice cup when you're poor? Who do you think you are to be compared to Kimberly?"

Only then did I notice that the cup Kimberly was using was identical to mine.

I bought it when I went to France with my dad last year. It was from the luxury brand Bacara.

I bought a pair at that time, each costing one hundred and seventy thousand dollars.

When I brought one home, Kimberly had envied it so much that I casually gave her one.

She was thrilled and couldn't stop showing it off online, but she rarely used it.

Today, I grabbed this cup since I couldn't find another.

I didn't expect Kimberly to bring it to work to flaunt it.

I smiled slightly and replied to Angel, "What a coincidence."

Isabel, another flatterer, chimed in angrily, "Coincidence? Kimberly's Cup is a global limited edition, worth 170,000 dollars, bought by her father in France. Yours is just a cheap knockoff."

Her comment drew laughter from the pantry.

"That's right, given her poor appearance, even 17 dollars would be considered expensive, let alone a 170,000 dollars cup."

"I've seen similar cups for three dollars each!"

"You shouldn't even try to compare yourself to Kimberly!"

A group of people flattered Kimberly while belittling me.

Seeing that I didn't react, Angel decided to escalate things.

She picked up my cup with her fingers and said, "It's embarrassing for the company to use such a cheap cup. Let me help you break it, and I'll get you a better one!"

In disbelief, I watched as she let go of my cup, which shattered on the floor.

Kimberly gasped, trying to stop it, but it was too late.

With a loud crack, the valuable cup broke into pieces.

Angel, unfazed, pulled out her phone and opened Amazon, saying, "Look, I'll compensate you with this nine-dollar cup. You've hit the jackpot!"

I silently observed Angel's self-destruction, while Kimberly looked pale, knowing the true value of the cup.

Angel's two years' salary was not enough to compensate me.

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