My college roommate loved to label people. On the first day of school, she took one look at my designer outfit, rolled her eyes, and sneered, "Fake-brand freak." To prove to everyone else that her "expert eye" was never wrong, she grabbed my handbag and took a pair of scissors directly to it. She laughed. "Real cowhide is soft and supple. This thing is stiff as a board. It's obviously fake. Even if I cut up a hundred of these, I could easily afford to pay you back." Just as the words left her mouth, my nanny pushed open the dorm room door. "You're absolutely right, miss. It isn't cowhide, because it's crocodile skin." She held up her phone, displaying a black digital wallet interface. "I am Mia's nanny. You can transfer the funds directly to me. The total is $240,000." 01 Freshmen were required to complete a month of basic training. To save me from getting sunburned, my mom arranged for me to arrive on campus on the very last day of training. She also insisted on sending Martha, the nanny who practically raised me, to live nearby and take care of my daily needs. And so, there we were in the dorm room. After Martha meticulously cleaned and made my bed, she carefully sorted the small welcome gifts she had prepared. She advised me, "Since you're arriving late, Mia, giving these perfumes and face creams to your roommates is a good way to build goodwill and integrate faster." I frowned. "Helena Rubinstein? Isn't that a bit too cheap?" Martha quickly shook her head. "If you want to experience normal college life, you can't give them anything too expensive." I nodded, conceding the point. "Alright, you should go now. They'll be back soon. You can come back when the room is empty." 02 After Martha left, I excitedly inspected the dorm room. I had been pampered and sheltered by my parents since I was born. Driven everywhere by a chauffeur, constantly accompanied by a nanny at home. It was incredibly boring. So, for college, I insisted on living in the dorms to finally experience communal student life. But my excitement only lasted a few seconds before I noticed something. One of my roommates had several high-end knockoff designer bags sitting on her desk. Immediately after, the dorm door was pushed open. Two deeply tanned girls walked in. They looked exhausted, but their eyes lit up the moment they saw me. They asked excitedly, "Are you our last roommate, Mia Sterling?" One of them, a very skinny girl, looked me up and down. She gasped, "Oh my god, you look perfectly put together, like a rich heiress from a TV show!" The other chimed in, equally enthusiastic, "Yeah, exactly! Your skin is literally glowing." She gently poked my arm. And squealed, "You're so soft!" Seeing how cheerful and outgoing they were, I couldn't help but laugh along. I handed them the gift bags Martha had prepared. "It's an honor to be your roommate. I look forward to getting along with you all." Just as the words left my mouth, the door banged open. A girl who had clearly been rigorous about her sun protection, looking quite glamorous, strutted into the room. She gave me a single, sweeping glance. Then drawled lazily, "Fake-brand freak." She walked straight over to the desk with the knockoff bags and sat down. 03 The cheerful atmosphere instantly evaporated, replaced by suffocating awkwardness. The skinny roommate tugged my sleeve and whispered kindly, "Chloe Vance comes from a really rich family too. She just has a terrible temper. Try not to let her get to you." She then peeked into the gift bag, pulling out the face cream, and gasped loudly. "Oh my god, Mia, are you actually a real-life heiress?! You're giving us Helena Rubinstein 'Black Bandage' cream on the first day?! Holy crap!!!" The other roommate joined in the exaggerated gratitude. "Lord above, has the trope of 'rich heiress's loyal sidekick' finally chosen me?!" She dramatically dropped to one knee. "My lady, I am your humble servant. Should you require anything in the future, please do not hesitate to command me." Her comedic timing was perfect. The three of us burst into laughter. But Chloe, sitting off to the side, suddenly grabbed the gift bag I had placed on her desk and violently smashed it onto the floor. She snapped at the other two, "Are you two actually that broke? Someone throws a little fake garbage at you, and you drop to your knees acting like grateful dogs?" Her voice was shrill and grating. "I should just start calling you two broke little mutts. You'll accept anyone as your master. If someone fed you shit, you'd probably wag your tails happily." Furious at her absolute rudeness, I demanded, "What gives you the right to say these are fake?" Chloe didn't even blink. "Because my mom has gone through over a hundred jars of that stuff! I can spot a fake a mile away!" As if she needed to prove a point, she grabbed the handbag sitting on my desk and held it up to the other two roommates. "Do you two even know what this logo means?" They shook their heads. She scoffed. "Hermès. I went shopping at their boutique with my mom right before the semester started, and they absolutely did not have this model." She slammed the bag back onto the desk. "You desperate poser." "I've seen millions of girls like you. You're just trying to fake a wealthy persona so you can snag a sugar daddy!" "If you're so rich, why the hell are you living in a dorm? Why didn't your parents just buy you a penthouse near campus?" Seeing my face flush red, she looked incredibly smug. "What? Did I hit a nerve? Are you triggered?" To definitively prove her point, she dug a pair of scissors out of her desk. She grabbed my bag and drove the scissors right into it. With several forceful slashes, the bag was covered in jagged, deep cuts. Chloe panted slightly from the effort. "See?! Real Hermès bags are made of premium cowhide! They're soft! This piece of garbage is stiff as a board. It's obviously fake." She glared at me triumphantly. "I've seen plenty of girls trying to fake it till they make it." "Running into me is your worst nightmare!" She pulled out her phone, looking down at me with absolute arrogance. "Give me your Zelle or Venmo." "For a fake piece of trash like this, even if I cut up a hundred of them, I could easily afford to pay you back." Right at that moment, Martha, carrying a beautifully crafted insulated lunchbox, appeared in the doorway, her face dark as a thundercloud. I knew this was bad. That bag was my birthday present from Martha. She had saved up for over half a year to buy it for me. Her heart had to be breaking. I expected her to completely lose her temper. But she maintained her elegant, refined composure perfectly. "You're absolutely right, miss. It isn't cowhide, because it's crocodile skin." "And it makes perfect sense that you haven't seen it, because it's an unreleased model from next spring's collection." She pulled out her phone, displaying a black digital wallet interface indicating an ultra-high-tier account. "I am Mia's nanny. You can transfer the funds directly to me. The total is $240,000." Seeing Chloe freeze in shock, she added smoothly, "With how arrogant you're acting, surely you wouldn't have trouble producing such a trivial amount, right?" 04 Martha’s presence was incredibly intimidating. The black digital wallet interface instantly shattered Chloe’s arrogant facade. But she quickly recovered her composure, letting out a harsh scoff. "Wow, you scammers are getting bold, bringing your operations straight onto a college campus now?" "You carry a fake bag, hire some older woman to act as a prop, and have the audacity to try and extort me for $240,000?" She crossed her arms, glaring at me with absolute contempt. "You pathetic little sugar baby. The real reason you skipped basic training for a month was probably because you were recovering from an abortion..." She didn't get to finish the sentence. A sharp, resounding slap echoed through the room, landing squarely on her face. Martha completely dropped her elegant, polite demeanor. She snapped sharply, "Who the hell do you think you are, spewing that kind of garbage in front of my lady?!" "Throwing around the term 'sugar baby'—what, is that how your mother managed to birth you?!" Her tone was deadly serious. "Take a good look in the mirror at your own pathetic behavior. Your mother clearly couldn't land a decent sugar daddy, which is why you turned out so completely classless!" After finishing her tirade, she pulled a wet wipe from her bag. And began methodically wiping her hand. "If I ever hear you spreading malicious rumors again, I will personally tear your mouth off." 05 For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the dorm room. My eyes widened in absolute shock. Growing up, Martha had always been the epitome of refined, gentle grace around me. I had no idea she could be this devastatingly brutal when angry. I gave her a massive thumbs-up. She really earned her title as the elite nanny who had successfully navigated the vicious infighting of my mother's aristocratic family. Her combat effectiveness was off the charts. Meanwhile, Chloe, who had been completely stunned by the slap, absolutely exploded when she saw my thumbs-up. She never anticipated that Martha would actually hit her. And she definitely didn't expect me to so blatantly cheer Martha on right in front of her face. She lunged forward, ready to retaliate. She shrieked, "Do you have any idea who I am?! How dare you hit me!" She threw all her weight into it, looking like she wanted to slap Martha into a bloody pulp. But I was honestly more worried for her safety than Martha's. Because in her youth, Martha had been the national kickboxing champion four years in a row. And exactly as I predicted... The very next second, Martha easily caught Chloe's wrist, raised her other hand, and delivered another brutal slap. This time, the force sent Chloe crashing to the floor. Martha commanded, "I don't give a damn who you are. If you dare insult my lady, you are asking for a beating!" 06 The explosive argument quickly drew a crowd of students from neighboring dorms, who gathered around our open door. A few girls who were friends with Chloe pushed their way to the front, shielding her, and yelled at Martha, "Who gave you the right to come onto a college campus and assault a student?!" "It's just a cheap, fake bag! Chloe's family owns over a dozen coal mines; do you really think she'd misidentify it?" "It's obvious you two targeted her because she's rich and tried to scam her, and when she exposed you, you lost your minds!" The others in the crowd quickly chimed in. "Yeah, exactly! Forget $240,000; even if it was $2 million, Chloe wouldn't even blink." "Trying to run a scam with a fake bag—do you think rich people are idiots?!" Everyone was shouting at once. It felt like they wanted to drown Martha and me in their self-righteous spit. Meanwhile, the skinny roommate nervously tugged on my shirt and whispered a warning. "Mia, maybe you should just apologize to Chloe. She holds massive grudges. A few days ago during training, the girl standing in front of her accidentally stepped on her shoe. Chloe relentlessly bullied her until the girl was forced to drop out of school entirely." Just as she finished speaking, Martha’s phone flash went off. She laughed cheerfully. "No problem! I'm just taking a quick photo. Later, when the police order Ms. Vance to pay for the damages, I hope all of you currently defending her are willing to chip in and help her cover the cost!" "Don't try to run away when the bill comes due!" The moment she said that, the crowd instantly went silent. This infuriated Chloe even more. She violently shoved away the girl who had been defending her and screamed, "What the hell are you waiting for?! Call the police! I am going to prove to every single person here today that I was right!" Hearing that, I smiled and pulled out my phone. "Don't bother. I already called them."
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