The Oleander Reborn의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

My brief life was thus accompanied by bullying throughout, up until my death.Children’s malice was often purer and more unrestrained, yet it cut deeper. They didn’t perceive it as offense or harm, but merely a game. They called me a garbage-eating trash bin and formed a group that took pleasure in tormenting me. They even assigned someone to block my access to the school toilets.I relied on collecting recyclables for money, yet time and again, my earnings would be snatched away by older students.I cried to my father for help, only to receive his cold rebuke.“Why do they target you and not others? Why can’t you build a good rapport with your classmates?“Why don’t they bully me, but instead single you out? Ultimately, it’s your social skills that are flawed. If you can’t even deal with something this trivial, then you’re not qualified to inherit anything your mother left you!”One day, I was hit by a car that ran a red light and was thrown more than a hundred feet away. When

Amid Nancy’s scream and my hands covered in blood, I picked up the phone on the coffee table and dialed 911.…When my father, the chairman, Mr. Emmanuel Stone, rushed into the hospital in his bespoke suit, I was already surrounded by a few police officers.The red light outside the operating room still glowed as doctors fought to save the woman’s life.My father spoke solemnly with the officers for a moment before turning toward me.“Nadia Stone, why did you stab her?”“Because she wouldn’t give me money.”“Why would she give you money?”“Because I opened the door for her. So she had to give me money.”“Why does your opening the door for her mean that she must give you money?”I lifted my head and looked at him with my wide, innocent eyes. “You said it yourself. Everything in this world has a price. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Nothing can be gained without paying for something in return.“Since I did something for her, shouldn’t she give me money?”My father

“You’re this young and already starting fires? Keep this up, and you’ll be saying hello to delicious prison meals!”I looked utterly aggrieved but held my head high, refusing to apologize. “I did nothing wrong. I was just making money. What’s so wrong with that?”He exploded with rage, cursing immediately, “Making money? Is this how you f*cking make money?“You set the principal’s office on fire and still claim you did nothing wrong?”I remained stubborn. “I did nothing wrong. But if you want to punish me, I’ll take it.”“You burned the principal’s office. And that’s still not wrong?”“Yes, I did that. But I did it to make more money.”My father’s eyelid twitched, and a sudden sense of dread crept in. “Pray tell. What does making money have to do with burning down the principal’s office?”“Dad, if you were in business and did something others wanted to do but were too afraid to, what would happen?”He jolted upright from his chair, his gaze locking onto mine.“Who taught

This video attracted a wave of famous antique-appraisal influencers into the discussion, lamenting that I had ruined a museum-worthy treasure.With just two videos, coupled with the direct verification from those influencers, my follower count soared toward the two-million mark. The painting-burning video even rocketed onto the trending lists. While the earnings from short-video platforms were nowhere near as lucrative as extorting classmates, at least I no longer had to worry about putting food on the table. Just as the buzz around those two videos began to fade, I released another that instantly claimed the top spot on the trending list.The third video was nothing special but footage of someone driving a vehicle. The driver, though, was a girl under ten years of age, who had to crane her neck just to see the road ahead from the driver’s seat.The comments exploded with mentions of local police departments and traffic authorities, generating more heat than the first two vide

In my final year of elementary school, I was admitted to the only elite youth program in the country, and secured a university admission that same year by ranking first in my class.I turned down opportunities to study abroad, instead opting for a prestigious university near home and becoming its youngest undergraduate.That day, my father reserved the largest hotel in the city to host my graduation banquet.Dressed to the nines, I raised a glass of juice and thanked all the relatives who came to celebrate me. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my father’s arm slipping around his new secretary’s waist.That vixen turned her head and flashed him a seductive smile, gently clinking her juice glass against my father’s wine glass.I calmly averted my gaze, but the tension in my clenched jaw betrayed my anger.A dog, after all, never changed its taste for filth.That night, after the banquet ended, my father’s new secretary was rushed to the hospital. Several drunken son