Chapter 3

I slowly scanned the crowd, unhurriedly correcting Monty. "That's a kind of sturgeon, known as a living fossil. It's a level-one protected species. Its cartilage and spinal cord contain anticancer factors, making it of great academic and economic value. I'd say none of you here are worth as much as it is."

The socialites flinched as though I'd struck a nerve, glaring at me with fury.

"Hmph, daring to catch a national protected species? Bet you're just trying to make a living by selling it. How pathetic you are."

"Your return doesn't mean you and Kendra are at the same level. The social ladder is not that easy to climb. You'll never be better than Kendra."

"Exactly. It was Kendra's kindness and generosity that saved you from the slums. You should be on your knees thanking her."

At that, a few of them came over to push down on my shoulders.

I seized their wrists, shifting my body down, and with a swift move, I knocked them both to the floor.

Since they liked kneeling so much, I thought I'd give them a bit more practice.

Everyone froze, mouths hanging open, wide-eyed.

"What? Never seen someone who knows martial arts?"

I shook my head in exasperation. "I don't argue with mediocrity. While you all may be shallow and ill-mannered, I'll kindly offer some advice."

I turned to Monty, my voice measured. "Look at your face. It's a clear sign of overindulgence. You shouldn't be so frequent with your... activities."

"And you," I said, turning to another one, "your face is swollen, your skin's turning purple, and your fingertips are thick. Your heart's in bad shape. Go get yourself checked before it's too late."

I turned to another girl, raising an eyebrow. "The bad breath... Doesn't anyone tell you?"

The group turned bright red, both humiliated and angry, gnashing their teeth but unable to retaliate.

Seeing the situation unfold, Kendra quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"My sister is from the countryside," she said, offering a sheepish smile. "She's used to speaking harshly. Please don't take her words too seriously.

"Monty, you wanted that Lady Dior bag, right? I just got one today and brought it for you. And here's your Pandora bracelet. Don't worry. Everyone's got something."

Monty clutched her bag to her chest, jumping up and down with excitement, her eyes sparkling.

As she and the others prepared to shower Kendra with praise and flattery, their faces suddenly froze.

They had overheard Kendra's inner thoughts.

"No wonder they're so good at flattering me. Just a few knockoffs, and they've got them spinning.

"Ugh, I can't believe I brought them into this prestigious banquet to show them a bit of the high life. What are they even wearing? I'm embarrassed just standing next to them.

"Monty's such a slut. How does she even get such a handsome boyfriend? I've tried so many times and failed. She's obviously blind.

"What are they still standing there for? Why haven't they come to worship me yet? Are they really that happy to see me?"

I nearly burst out laughing. Monty and the others were so furious their faces twisted, looking like they could kill Kendra on the spot.

But they couldn't dare to make a move, not with the Miles family's power behind Kendra.

Just then, the glittering golden doors opened, and a woman with a cold, aloof aura entered, pushing a handsome man in a wheelchair.

I narrowed my eyes. The man in the wheelchair... It was him!

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