Chapter 4 Alexander Grant

An exquisite-looking box fell out immediately after she slashed my bag.

Vivian picked it up, fiddled it in her hand, and sneered, "Noelle, you sure are one greedy woman. Look at you having no hesitation when accepting gifts from men."

Before I could stop her, she smashed the box hard on the ground.

The box was smashed open and the valuable stamp inside broke into pieces. My heart, too, shattered into pieces, for the stamp was the gift I wanted to give my dad. I had spent a long time looking for it, asking for help from countless acquaintances, and spent tens of millions of dollars to buy this rare heliotrope-made stamp.

However, Vivian didn't give me any time to grieve at all. "I'm simply carrying out God's will. Don't forget her face. Slash it. Let's see how she will seduce men in the future with scars on her face," she added.

When the delinquent girls finally realized that things would turn bloody, they started having second thoughts. Thus, one of them stepped forward and persua