Chapter 2


    Speaking of this, Olga gave Arabe a disdainful look. “We’ve done our best to raise you all these


    years! This ne is a gift for Yoli, don’t even think you can snatch it! You better scram before I call


    the cops!”


    “Mom!” Ynda chimed in nervously, “Arabe’s biological parents are jobless. She’s got five brothers


    who need to get hitched, and a sick grandmother to take care of… Selling this ne could bring in


    some bucks. She needs it more than I do…”


    The maids were all moved by Ynda’s kindness, thinking what a considerate and kind-hearted girl


    she was.


    “Mom, since you’ve given me this ne, then I have the right to do whatever with it!” Ynda firmly


    took back the ne from Olga’s hand, presenting it to Arabe as if it were a treasure, “Be, take


    it, I won’t me you for stealing. It was meant to be yours anyway…”


    Arabe lifted her gaze, her deep brown eyes under her long, darkshes curiously studying Ynda.


    She thought to herself, Was it necessary to emphasize that she “stole” the ne? This kind of


    framing was quite low-level. Was there no smarter way to go about it?


    “Sis, I’ll hold off mom… you better get moving!”


    Arabe smiled, her captivating eyes seemingly prating everything. Ynda was a bit scared of


    this side of her, that nonchnt attitude, as if she was in control of everything, like a high queen,


    making people uneasy and a bit guilty.


    Arabe took the ne and smiled slightly. Such a cheap ruby, she really couldn’t care less…


    Whether it was the color of the ne, the rity, or the craftsmanship….


    What kind of small workshop could produce such a thing?


    Ten thousand dors? In her eyes, this ne was worthless.


    Just when everyone thought Arabe would take the ne… the next second, Arabe threw the


    ne straight into the trash bin. Her actions were decisive and swift, not a second wasted.


    Everyone was dumbstruck, even Olga was shocked for a good while, eximing, “Arabe, what the


    hell are you doing!!! This is your sister’s most treasured ne, she gave it to you, and you just


    threw it away like that!!!”


    “What? Ynda gave me the ne, so I can do whatever I want with it, isn’t that what your darling


    daughter just said?” Arabe mocked with a coldugh. “All these years, I didn’t take away anything


    you guys gave me.”


    How could she have cared about a measly ne?


    “All the clothes I’m wearing and the stuff in my backpack, I bought them myself.”


    Arabe’s words made one of the maids scoff. “You say you bought these yourself? That’s hrious.


    Your money… isn’t it your parents who gave it to you?!”


    “Do I need to report where my moneyes from to a maid?”


    “You…”


    “You’re just a maid that we hired. Focus on your own job.”


    The maid was angry but couldn’t do anything about it.


    “Alright-” Attlee sighed, hoping to calm the situation, “Be, it’s about time, let me walk you out.”


    “No need, Mr. Murphy.”


    She used the address “Mr. Murphy,” obviously putting distance between herself and the Murphy family.


    “Sir, don’t we need to check her bag? She’s carrying a lot of stuff…” The nosy maid was still trying to


    remind Attlee.


    “It’s fine-” Attlee was, after all, the richest man in Tranquil City. Even if this kid really took something


    valuable from his house, he wouldn’t make it public. Besides, checking bags was something he felt was


    hical, and he would never do it!


    Arabe walked out the front door with her backpack and saw a ck sedan parked there.


    What was different was that this sedan obviously had signs of having been in a collision, not only was


    the boot bumped up, but the body was also dented. Even the windshield was somewhat shattered.


    The driver got out of the car a bit awkwardly, his sses crooked, obviously broken. But when he saw


    Arabe, he froze for


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    a moment.


    The girl in front of him had neat eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall nose; she was a walking beauty, just


    like madam when she was younger!


    But, this girl seemed more confident and attractive than madam when she was young.


    “Miss, I’m sorry.” The driver quickly approached Arabe and apologized sincerely, “My car was rear-


    ended by a truck earlier, I couldn’t dodge in time and hit the guardrail, I was afraid of dying and


    keeping you waiting, so I didn’t go home to change cars… But I’ve checked, the car is fine, it just


    doesn’t look particrly good…”


    The driver’s words revealed a lot of information. Could it be that her home wasn’t as poor as the


    rumors said, could they even afford a car? If she wasn’t mistaken, this car was a custom-made Rolls-


    Royce, one of a kind in the world, worth hundreds of millions of dors.


    Arabe smiled and asked, “You call me ‘Miss’?”


    “Yes, you are the sixth child in the family, you have five older brothers!” When the driver said this, he


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    quickly added, “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m your family’s driver, you can call me Aiden.”


    So she had a dedicated driver? It seemed her biological family wasn’t as bad as the Murphy family


    made it out to be.


    “Miss, where’s your luggage?” Aiden saw that she only had a backpack and couldn’t help but ask, “Is it


    inside? I can go in and help you get it.”


    “No need, my luggage is right here.” Arabe didn’t n to bring a lot of stuff, so shezily responded.


    The driver nodded, “Then you wait for me in the car, I’ll go in and give the gift that the olddy asked


    me to give to your foster parents, to express our gratitude, and we’ll leave right away.”


    Aiden pulled open the back door of the car, hoping to invite Arabe to get in. But unexpectedly, the


    next second, the car door wobbled and fell off!


    This was all because that truck hit it so hard, it busted the car door.


    The Murphy family, who just stepped out, saw this whole scene.


    Ynda was totally gobsmacked! She thought to herself, “What piece of junk is this? Are the doors


    made out of paper or something? How could the driver have the nerve to roll in this junk and make a


    fool out of himself? Just how broke is this family?”


    Olga couldn’t believe that Arabe’s biological family could be this disastrous. How could her folks let


    their driver show up in this clunker to pick her up? Did they have zero dignity?


    Wait a sec, her home was in a remote mountain area, they probably didn’t even own a car! Maybe this


    man borrowed this ride from a friend, just not to look bad?


    But maybe his lousy driving skills got the better of him and he wrecked the car? If that was the case,


    things just got interesting, because they were gonna have to cough up cash when they returned this


    mess!


    Attlee looked at the man in front of him, all dirty and grimy. There were obvious oil stains on his suit,


    was he a mechanic? Judging by his looks, he didn’t seem like Arabe’s brother, could he be Arabe’s


    father?


    Maybe he just rushed here from the auto repair shop, showing off by driving someone else’s car?


    If that was true, this guy was just too vain. He really didn’t need to put on this show in front of the


    wealthiest man in Tranquil City.


    Even though there was a Rolls-Royce logo on the hood, there was no way Attlee, a man of stature,


    couldn’t tell that this car didn’t look like any model sold by Rolls-Royce. In all his years, he had never


    seen a Rolls-Royce like this.


    That logo must have been fake!