The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them.

I rolled my eyes.

Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent.

She was no princess, but she acted like one.

I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me.

“At your service, Your Highness!”

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy.

I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month.

The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.

She looked at her neatly arranged things with satisfaction. Then, she casually pointed at a MacBook Pro sitting unopened on the desk. “Take it. I dropped it on the way here, and I don’t use trash.”

“Sure!”

I could barely stop myself from smiling.

I quickly moved the MacBook to my own desk before Tahlia left to check out the campus.

Meanwhile, I opened the laptop’s packaging and discovered that it was fine.

There was only a tiny scratch, so I had definitely hit the jackpot.

From that day onward, I became Tahlia’s sidekick and did whatever she asked me to do.

Some people saw how I sucked up to her and said I was money-hungry.

Honestly, if a rich girl were throwing out tens of thousands of dollars, who would not suck up to her? It was a shortcut to a rich life.

They just did not get it.

One day, I was bringing Tahlia’s takeout from the campus gate when some people blocked my way.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Tahlia’s sidekick. Out fetching her takeout?”

“Yes, but that’s none of your business. She has someone bringing her takeout. You don’t. You poor thing,” I said coolly.

“How dare you?!”

Harper Langley gritted her teeth and glared at me.

The school had strict rules not to allow outsiders on campus. Those who ordered takeout had to pick it up at the gate themselves.

I had seen Harper do it more than once.

“Heh, it’s just takeout. Anyone can take it. You look like her errand girl.”

“Haha. Can you believe that people are still acting like slaves in the modern era?”

Marina Xander looked me up and down, as though I were garbage, and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s so funny. Don’t tell others we’re in the same class if you go out,” Harper added.

“Are you two famous or something? Are you influencers? Top scorers? If you’re not, why would I mention being in the same class as you?”

Their expressions instantly darkened.

I did not feel like dealing with them, so I went around them and tried to leave.

After all, Tahlia’s takeout would get cold, and I understood my place as her sidekick.

“Tch, stop putting on an act. Tahlia looks trashy. Who knows where her money comes from?”

Harper’s words hit a nerve.

They could talk trash about me, but not Tahlia.

I turned to Marina and yelled, “You must be so bored. You judge everyone, but your face is full of acne! You accuse others of shady things, but you’re just jealous! You’ll never live a life like hers!”

“Yvonne, you—”

Immediately after, I turned to Harper. “Looking for attention because I didn’t insult you? Are you into it? Are you that eager to be insulted?”

I snapped. “If you’re so desperate to get famous enough that people know your class and your friends, be a celebrity. You’d make a great comedian. Your face already looks funny enough.”

The two of them froze and could not say a word.

Tch. Was that all they got?

I roast people for breakfast. But them? They’re nothing.

I picked up the takeout and walked away without a care.

In my head, I was shouting, ‘Tahlia, I’m coming!’

…

When I got back, Tahlia paused the video on her iPad. “What took you so long?”

“Ran into two loudmouths. I shut them up.”

I set the takeout down and searched the dorm for some water.

“I’m dying of thirst. Where’s the water?”

A second later, Tahlia stood before me with a bottle.

“Here.”

The bottle was covered in crystals that sparkled so bright they almost blinded me.

“Thanks.”

Only Tahlia could drink mineral water that screamed luxury.

After I finished it, I looked up the brand—BlingH2O.

A bottle cost over 20,000 dollars!

The crystals were apparently hand-set Swarovski.

So, I had just downed 20,000 dollars in one go.

If I pried the crystals off and sold them, perhaps I could make some money back.

My heart hurt at the thought.

Just then, Tahlia leaned on my bunk and asked, “You said you shut those loudmouths up?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Come eat with me. I’ll give you 300,000 for a favor.”

What?

What?!

What the hell was she talking about?

Three hundred thousand for one favor?!

When I did not respond, she frowned. “Too little? Six hundred thousand then, or you can just name your price.”

“No. Three hundred thousand is fine. Let’s go, Your Highness.”

She did not mention that it was a family dinner at first.

“My sister insisted on it. She always picks on me, and I need you to shut her up.”

I gave her an “OK” sign.

The moment we walked in, her sister, Tatiana Johnson, laughed. “Why are you so late? Did your car break down, or is it just too cheap to run?”

At that moment, Tahlia gave me a look.

I got the message and stepped forward. “Why drive so fast? Looking for an early death or something?

“Who even cares how fast a car goes? If you’re so obsessed with speed, join a race. See who lasts the longest. Let’s all watch if you can take first place.”

Tatiana’s face turned red from embarrassment, and she pointed at me. “Tahlia, who is this?”

“My friend. She’s very blunt, so don’t mess with her.”

“Your friend? No wonder. She’s young and brainless.”

I shot back, “You talk out of your butt. You should wipe them before you stink up the place.”

I had Tahlia’s back, and Tatiana could not win this argument.

She clenched her purse so tightly that she almost tore it open.

Meanwhile, we sat across from her.

Since she kept quiet, I focused on eating.

If she was paying, I was going to eat until I left her dry.

While Tatiana was in the middle of cutting her steak, she suddenly laughed. “This reminds me of your first day home after our parents found you.

“We were also eating steak then. You didn’t even know how to use a knife and fork. You held them backward, and I almost died laughing.”

Right then, I realized Tahlia was the daughter who had been switched at birth. She was not brought back to her real family until grade school.

Tatiana was the one who had taken her place.

No wonder she was a rich girl. Her life read like a novel.

I wished I had been born rich so that I could spend money however I wanted.

With that said, it was just steak. Who cared if you did not know how to use a knife and fork properly?

I grabbed mine and just started chomping on it.

“What’s the big deal about not knowing knife-and-fork etiquette? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve thought that someone was threatening us and forcing us to learn it.

“Tatiana, you’re not being held at gunpoint, are you?”

Tatiana did not answer, but Tahlia could barely stop herself from laughing beside me.

Right then, she sent me a message. [That was great. I’ll add 100,000.]

Oh, my God… I was getting rich!

Tomorrow, I could be on the Forbes list.

“What the heck are you on about?”

Tatiana pushed her steak aside and ordered some stir-fry instead.

Then, I watched her pick up a piece of pork.

“Pigs are so cute… Why eat them?”

Tatiana’s mouth twitched.

After the meal, Tatiana prepared to leave but said, “I’ll be back.”

She really thought she was a villain in some kind of movie.

“My brother wants to go shopping, but he has no taste. Join me.”

“Okay.”

However, I hesitated when I saw the Rolls-Royce downstairs.

Her brother was Derrick Johnson, the city’s top scorer in the SATs. I remembered seeing people begging for his contact info all over campus.

If I entered that car, would people think I was trying to get close to him? Would I get in trouble?

“What’s wrong, Yvonne? Get in.”

Seeing that I was frozen, Tahlia gave me a nudge.

“Uh…”

I wracked my brain for an escape plan. Then, I saw a shared bike right across the street.

“I just remembered having a membership for the bike-sharing service. I haven’t used it yet, and it’s about to expire. I’ll just take the bike.”

Breaking free from Tahlia, I ran across the street to grab a shared bike.

“I’m slow, so I’ll go ahead. Meet you at the mall!”

In the blink of an eye, I was gone. Tahlia and Derrick were left staring at each other.

I pedaled hard, and the sun burned my cheeks.

However, Tahlia was nowhere to be seen at the mall. A man in a suit stood in her place, and he looked to be in his forties.

“Where’s Tahlia?”

“She had a sudden stomachache. Didn’t she send you a message?”

I had been too busy cycling in the sun to check my phone.

Tahlia had indeed texted me about having a stomachache and told me to go ahead with Derrick.

Great… All that cycling for nothing.

I followed Derrick and the older man around the mall.

“Do you want anything?” he asked as he led me into an LV store.

“You’re Derrick Johnson, right? Since you’re Tahlia’s brother, I’ll treat you as my brother too.

“I don’t really want anything.”

Each bag cost tens of thousands of dollars. I could not bear to spend my money.

With so many eyes on me, I felt utterly embarrassed.

Right then, I wished that I could just grab Tahlia out of the restroom and take her place instead.

Derrick’s ears turned a little red, and he touched them nervously.

“Don’t worry. Just buy something.”

“I really—”

“Consider it a gift from me. I’ll pay.”

“Wow. You’re so generous, just as I expected. I won’t hold back, then.”

From that moment on, I swore to become Derrick and Tahlia’s servant.

Derrick lowered his gaze slightly, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

The man beside him pulled out a handkerchief and pretended to cry.

“He hasn’t smiled like that in ages….”

Wait, what?

Derrick glanced at him, and the man immediately composed himself.

I had read too many novels. So, while I was browsing, I wondered if Derrick’s little fangirls might happen to see me.

Speaking of the devil, here they came.

“Hey, isn’t it Yvonne? Why aren’t you trailing after your princess like a good little dog?”

“The LV store? Look at your poor, shabby self. Can you even afford anything?”