Kalyn stared at the trunk full of limited-edition items she had always been insanely jealous of.

Her face turned bright red.

She instinctively reached her hand out to touch the pink diamond necklace, but pulled it back when she remembered the crowd watching her.

Brock pushed his way through the guests.

He looked down at the open trunk and his face twisted with rage.

He pointed his finger right at Adela's nose.

"You are using this pathetic trick to make everyone feel sorry for you!" Brock shouted.

Preston gritted his teeth.

He turned to the family butler. "Take this box away immediately. Stop letting people watch this joke."

Adela raised her arm, blocking the butler's hand.

She reached into the front pocket of her jeans and pulled out a neatly folded legal document.

She unfolded the paper and slapped it down onto the marble table next to the champagne tower.

Adela looked toward the corner of the room and waved her hand at an independent third-party notary she had contacted on her way upstairs, paying a premium to have him arrive immediately.

The lawyer swallowed hard. Under Preston's murderous glare, he awkwardly walked forward.

Adela pointed at the paper.

"This is an Irrevocable Gift Agreement," she stated. "The digital, legally binding copy has already been emailed to my private attorney and synced with the state registry ten minutes ago. It's done," she added, her raw throat burning with every word.

She looked directly at Kalyn.

"I am legally declaring that every single asset inside this trunk belongs to Kalyn from this exact second forward."

Another loud gasp rippled through the banquet hall.

Preston snatched the document off the marble table.

His eyes scanned the dense text.

He saw the serial numbers and the exact financial valuation of every single item listed on the page.

Preston slammed the paper back onto the table.

"You are out of your mind," he hissed through his teeth.

He firmly believed Adela was just throwing a massive teenage tantrum to manipulate them.

Brock crossed his arms and sneered at Kalyn.

"Since she wants to be shameless and give it away, take it. Let's see how long she can act tough without our money."

Kalyn put on a conflicted, hesitant expression.

But a sharp flash of greed lit up her eyes.

She picked up the expensive pen from the table and quickly signed her name at the bottom of the agreement.

Adela watched the ink dry on the paper.

The final invisible chain binding her to this family snapped.

She asked the lawyer for her copy of the receipt, folded it, and shoved it back into her pocket.

Preston looked down at her from his height.

"In three days, you will be on your knees crying, begging me to give these things back to you," he said coldly.

Adela did not even bother to give him a sarcastic smile.

She turned her back to him and walked straight toward the main doors of the banquet hall.

"If you walk out that door today, don't ever expect to spend another dime of this family's money!" Brock screamed at her back.

Adela did not slow her pace.

She pushed the heavy oak doors open.

The freezing October wind, mixed with the damp air from the Atlantic Ocean, rushed into the warm, luxurious room.

Adela's thin silhouette disappeared into the heavy darkness of the Hamptons night.

Preston watched the crystal chandeliers sway from the cold wind.

A sudden, unexplainable irritation twisted in his chest.

He turned to Kalyn. "Keep this stuff safe for now. We will deal with it after her mandatory therapy sessions are over."

Adela walked into her bedroom and pushed the door shut.

Her body instantly lost all its strength.

She slid down the wooden door panel and hit the floor.

The freezing pool water and the harsh wind outside had sent her core temperature skyrocketing.

Her skin felt like it was on fire.

She forced herself to stand up, her legs shaking, and walked over to her desk.

She opened her old Apple laptop.

The cold blue light from the screen illuminated her unnaturally flushed cheeks.

Her vision swam, the glowing lines of code blurring into a chaotic mess. The high fever compromised her motor skills, making her trembling fingers hit the wrong keys twice. She painstakingly retyped the commands, her breathing shallow and ragged. She dug her nails into her thigh, using the sharp sting of pain to anchor her fading consciousness.

She bypassed the Franks family's internal network firewall through sheer willpower rather than ease.

She logged into the independent trust fund account her mother had left her before she died.

The screen displayed the strict conditions.

She had to turn eighteen, or receive an early admission letter from an Ivy League university, to unlock the principal funds.

Adela stared at the admission requirements for Yale University.

Her brain throbbed violently against her skull from the fever.

A loud knock echoed from the door.

Brenda, the head maid, pushed the door open without waiting for an answer, holding a silver tray.

Brenda saw Adela typing on the computer, and a calculating, spying look flashed in her eyes.

She slammed the tray down onto the nightstand.

The metal hit the wood with a sharp, annoying crash.

"Master Preston ordered me to bring you these fever pills," Brenda said, her tone dripping with disrespect.

She crossed her arms.

"The young masters are not home tonight. They took Miss Kalyn to a private hospital in Manhattan for a full-body checkup."

Brenda's words were a deliberate insult, reminding Adela that she was nothing but a nuisance.

Adela did not turn her head.

Her eyes remained locked on the glowing screen.

"Put it down and get out," Adela said, her voice freezing cold.

Brenda flinched at the sudden authority in Adela's tone.

She rolled her eyes in frustration and marched out of the room.

Adela walked over to the nightstand.

She stared at the two cheap, over-the-counter fever pills sitting in the small cup.

Memories from her past life flooded her mind.

Brenda used to crush heavy psychiatric sedatives into her medication to keep her docile and asleep.

Adela picked up the cup, walked straight into the bathroom, and flushed the pills down the toilet.

She walked back to her desk and slapped a physical cooling gel patch onto her burning forehead.

She opened the academic portal for her elite prep school.

She pulled up her transcript from the previous semester.

In her past life, she had purposely scored a C in AP Biology just to make sure Kalyn looked smarter.

Adela placed her hands on the keyboard and started typing an email to the school administration.

She requested an immediate retake of the exam.

The fever made her vision blur, the words on the screen doubling.

She dug her fingernails hard into her thigh, using the sharp pain to keep herself awake.

Outside the window, a heavy autumn rain began to fall, hitting the glass with dull thuds.

At exactly three in the morning, Adela finally clicked the send button on the email.

She closed the laptop.

Her body completely gave out, and she collapsed forward onto the desk.

Her mind raced, listing the independent tasks she had to complete at school tomorrow.

Burning with a high fever, she closed her eyes and fell into a shallow, restless sleep.

Early the next morning, a harsh notification sound from her phone woke Adela up.

She grabbed the device from her desk.

The school's anonymous gossip app, GossipHive, showed over a hundred new alerts.

The number one trending post was a blurry photo of Adela standing in the banquet hall last night in her wet clothes.

The caption read: "The evil fake princess went crazy with jealousy and pushed her sweet sister into the pool."

The comment section was flooded with students cursing at Adela and demanding she be expelled.

Adela touched her forehead. It was still burning hot, and a dull, throbbing ache hammered against her temples with every heartbeat. She swallowed hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood from her cracked lips.

The corner of her mouth twitched into a cold smirk.

She did not break down and cry like she used to.

She opened the backend terminal on her phone.

Using the elite engineering skills from her past life, her fingers moved rapidly.

In exactly three minutes, she traced the poster's hidden IP address.

The data pointed directly to Tiffany, the head cheerleader and Kalyn's most loyal follower.

Adela saved the screenshot of the IP logs.

She changed into her crisp, pressed school uniform and walked out the door.

She stepped into the wide, marble-floored hallway of her elite prep school.

The moment the students saw her, they scattered like she had a disease, whispering and pointing at her back.

Adela kept her eyes straight ahead.

She walked to her locker and punched in her combination.

Tiffany marched down the hall, flanked by three other girls, looking aggressive.

Tiffany slammed her hand hard against the metal locker next to Adela's.

The loud bang echoed down the hall.

"How do you even have the nerve to show your face here, you attempted murderer?" Tiffany mocked loudly.

The students in the hallway stopped walking.

Several people pulled out their phones, ready to record the fight.

Adela slowly placed her textbook into her backpack.

She turned around.

Her throat was raw from the fever, making her voice raspy, but it carried a piercing weight.

She called out Tiffany's full legal name.

Adela shoved her phone screen directly into Tiffany's face.

The screen displayed the exact IP tracking data and Tiffany's hidden account details.

Tiffany stared at the screen.

All the color instantly drained from her face.

Adela took one step forward, invading Tiffany's personal space.

She lowered her voice so only the two of them could hear.

"If you do not delete that post and issue a public apology in the next ten minutes," Adela whispered.

"I will send the bank transfer records of you buying the SAT answer keys last month directly to the admissions office."

Tiffany's pupils shook violently.

She stared at Adela in pure terror, realizing the girl standing in front of her was completely different.

Adela took a step back, her voice returning to a normal volume.

"Now, move out of my way," Adela commanded.

Tiffany jumped backward like she had been burned, crashing into the student behind her.

Under the shocked stares of the entire hallway, Tiffany frantically pulled out her phone and started deleting the post.

Adela didn't even glance at her.

She grabbed her backpack and walked toward her classroom.

The hallway was dead silent.

Every single student was paralyzed by the freezing, dominant aura radiating from Adela.