Chapter 174 False Thrones and Fragile Crowns
Her mother… was Emilia?
Eliza felt like her blood froze. The Rivers family had lied to her–deceived her to this extent?
“Eliza!”
Nolan quickly got out of the car when he saw her storm off.
Finished
In the distance, Naomi had already noticed her. She lifted her chin arrogantly, eyes filled with mocking provocation.
Her bodyguards stood like an iron wall, making it impossible for Eliza to get anywhere near.
Naomi looked down at the principal and said grandly, “Principal, I don’t like regular chairs. Prepare a leather sofa for me. Also, I don’t like sitting in the front during class. Christian said I can arrange my schedule however I like.”
“Of course, Ms. Cassandra. I’ll take you to your classroom right away. Your enrollment has already been handled. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”
“Good. I hate dealing with boring procedures.”
As she followed the principal through the gates, Naomi cast one final scornful glance toward Eliza–blatant contempt radiating from her smug face.
Eliza, her eyes seemed to say, what does it matter if you were born lucky? Everything that was once yours… I’ve taken it all.
Eliza stared back, her expression freezing over with icy determination.
So Naomi wanted to steal her identity?
That was all she was good at.
“I can handle this for you,” Nolan said beside her.
“No need,” Eliza replied coldly. “If she’s so good at stealing, let her steal. But if she can’t hold on to what she’s taken… she’ll suffer the consequences.”
The Sue family wasn’t just rich. They were powerful. A family of that caliber would never tolerate deception.
The Rivers family… had dug their own grave.
Elsewhere-
“Relax, I already checked. It’s definitely her.”
Christian was on the phone while lounging in his private garden, lazily scooping fish from a pond. “If that
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old bastard dared lie to me, I’ll bury him myself.”
He hung up with a click.
On the other end of the call, Tristan sighed and rubbed his temple.
“Ronaldo,” he said, “go check it out. Christian’s too unreliable.”
Finished
Ronaldo sat on the couch flipping a butterfly knife with a bored expression. “Didn’t we already do a DNA test? What’s the point of sending me?”
He tossed the blade, caught it.
“Christian’s right. That old man wouldn’t lie unless he had a death wish.”
Tristan glanced over at him and said slowly, “I’ll count to three.”
Ronaldo shot to his feet. “Fine, fine! Leave it to me–I’ll bring our sister back safe and sound.”
“Go.”
“You got it.”
Ronaldo strode out confidently.
The bodyguards at the door saluted in unison. “Mr. Ronaldo!”
“Warm up the jet.”
“Huh? But we just got back from Mordor Island…”
“We’re not going to Mordor. Destination: Westbrook.”
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With a flick of his sleeve, Ronaldo walked off, arrogant and unhurried.
Meanwhile, back at Claire University-
Due to the high number of new students in the finance department, Henry Colton and Lewis were placed
in the same class.
Nolan and Eliza were each assigned to separate ones.
Naomi, however, had gone out of her way to request a class switch–just to be in the same section as Eliza.
The moment she stepped into the room, Naomi instantly became the center of attention.
Her newly revealed identity as the Sue family’s daughter made all the students turn their heads.
Gone was her humble act.
Here at school, Naomi strutted proudly, head high, exuding entitlement.
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“Ms. Cassandra, is everything to your satisfaction?”
The head instructor had arranged a luxurious rosewood desk, a leather armchair, and high–end tech all around her station.
Naomi gave a nonchalant reply, “It’ll do.”
Inside, she was giddy.
This was far better than playing the Rivers family heiress.
When Christian from the Sue family had come to find her, he’d practically thrown treasure chests at her feet.
She’d never seen this many luxurious things in her life.
“We’ve also prepared afternoon tea, Ms. Cassandra,” the instructor added. “If there’s anything else you need, just let your advisor know.”
Naomi merely gave her bodyguard a look.
He stepped forward and said, “Our young lady is feeling tired. Kindly give her some space.”
“Of course, of course.”
The instructor backed away respectfully.
Claire University was filled with elite children, sure–but even among the rich, there were levels.
And for a family like the Sue family? They rolled out the red carpet.
From the back of the room, Eliza watched it all unfold–Naomi basking in the spotlight, shameless and
smug.
She couldn’t help but sneer to herself.
A crown won through lies doesn’t stay on for long.
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