Chapter 2

Upon hearing Calvin's remarks, my classmates cast scornful gazes from all sides at me.

"I mean, her parents work for them, live off their food, stay in their house, and even ride in their car every day. And yet, she still has the audacity to send love letters to Calvin! I can't help but feel embarrassed for her!"

"I bet she's been reading way too many romance novels!"

Calvin's lackeys kept picking on me.

Noticing my silence, Calvin probably thought I was still the same powerless heiress who had let him spread those rumors about me in the past.

Having died in the past, I understood that with shameless people like him, the more you tolerated them, the more they would push their luck. I snatched the car key from Calvin's hand and flung it out the window. His mouth was agape in disbelief.

"I just want to remind you that my father doesn't like anyone touching his things. If he finds out that you took the key to his precious car just to show off, I'm not sure how you'll get out of it."

There was a moment of silence.

In a panic, Calvin ran to the window and stuck his head out as far as he could. We were way up on the fifth floor, and there were dense shrubs and flowerbeds below. He watched helplessly as the tiny car key vanished into the dense foliage below.

"It's alright, Calvin. We'll all help you search for it."

"You seem quite flustered. It must be a really expensive car, huh?"

"I guess Calvin has been too nice toward the household staff. It's probably why Madison has developed a sense of entitlement."

It was quite obvious that Calvin's fangirls looked just as nervous as Calvin himself.

Calvin adjusted his clothes and feigned indifference. "It's alright. It's just a few hundred thousand dollars, so it's not that expensive. If we can't find it, then so be it. And please don't blame this on Madison. I'm sure she's just feeling a bit insecure. She probably thinks I've been neglecting her, so she's throwing a minor fit."

I merely scoffed and said, "I'll have you know, my father's returning tonight. Have you figured out how you're going to explain it if he notices that his beloved car's key is missing? And by the way, it's not a few hundred thousand dollars—it's one million dollars."

When he heard that, Calvin's forehead glistened with even more sweat. He immediately dropped his nonchalant facade and dashed toward the flowerbed on the first floor. His fangirls rushed after him.

It was publicly known that the chairman of Prosperous Group was Joshua Latham. Yet, very few were privy to the fact that both his children had taken their mother's last name, Smith. It was also because of this that Calvin was allowed to spin his lies about being the heir without anyone questioning him.

I quickly packed my things when I saw that the chauffeur was already waiting by the school entrance.

I noticed several classmates looking in my direction as I got into the car. I also heard quite a few of them whispering about how Calvin and I had just gotten into a fight, yet I was still getting a ride from him after school.

It wasn't until I rolled up the car window that their gazes finally started to shift away.

"Let's go, Mr. Drew!"

Drew Latham, the chauffeur, seemed to be ignoring me. He kept looking out the window toward the school entrance. He then asked, "Don't you want to wait for Calvin, Ms. Smith? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

"You're the personal chauffeur assigned to me by my father. You're getting paid for it, so you should just do what you're hired to do."

Drew immediately turned toward me and said, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Smith. I'm indeed the personal chauffeur assigned by Mr. Latham, so I'll definitely do what you say."

"I hope I don't have to repeat myself anymore, Mr. Drew," I said firmly as I leaned back in my seat with my eyes closed. It was the first time I had spoken so firmly to the household staff, and although there was a shift in his expression, Drew remained silent and started the car.

It was then that Calvin emerged from the flower bed and bushes. He was clutching the car key in one hand, and his backpack was slung over his shoulder. He then walked toward the car I was in.

I watched him stand alone at the school entrance as the car drove away. We left behind a wispy trail of exhaust fumes.

I had just reached home when Karen White, the nanny, suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

Her gaze swept past me. Her eyes were darting around as if searching for something or someone. "Where's Calvin? I thought he was coming back with you, Ms. Smith."