Chapter 3

At the police station, Brittany’s parents arrived quickly.

They immediately tried to use money and connections to smooth everything over.

“Officer, it’s all a misunderstanding, just kids messing around,” Brittany’s father, a shrewd-looking businessman, handed over his business card.

The police officer didn’t take it.

I sat in my chair and spoke coldly. “It’s not a misunderstanding. They verbally abused me, and I demand that a case be opened. As for the necklace, I can drop that, but the defamation needs to be addressed.”

Brittany’s mother glared, pointing at me. “You insolent little brat, don’t push your luck! Do you think I can’t make you lose your footing in S City?!”

I pulled out my phone and started recording.

“Officer, she’s threatening me.”

The Xu family’s parents’ faces turned extremely ugly.

Finally, with the intervention of a lawyer brought in by Chloe’s father, the matter was "satisfactorily" resolved.

Brittany and her sidekicks had to post a public apology on the school forum and pay me $200,000 in emotional damages.

Stepping out of the police station, Chloe was waiting for me in her G-Wagen.

“Anya, get in! I’m taking you to get some good food to help you recover from today’s scare!”

Skylar and Bella were also in the car. Seeing the exhaustion on my face, they immediately offered me water and snacks.

“You scared us to death! That Brittany and her gang are just awful!”

“Seriously, if they ever bother you again, tell us, we’ll help you get revenge!”

I smiled, a corner of my heart warming slightly.

“It’s fine now. Let’s go, eat.”

That $200,000, plus the ten million from the bullet comment tips, and that diamond box, was my first capital to gain a foothold in this world.

But it wasn't enough.

Far from enough.

What I wanted was to trample Brittany and her people, along with the families behind them, under my feet.

What I wanted was the absolute power to control my own destiny, even without the bullet comment system.