The Mistress's Daughter Claims Legitimacy
In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat.
[Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?]
I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world.
Me: [I'm busy.]
I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me.
But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation.
[Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?]
[We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.]
Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?]
I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.]
The group exploded instantly.
[Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.]
Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over.
[No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it.
[We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.]
Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father.
When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze.
Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad?
But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter.
And Vivian was two months younger than me.
I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."