Chapter 4

Back in the dorm, I took out the velvet box.

Opening it, inside was a huge pink diamond, glittering dazzlingly under the light.

My roommates gasped.

“Holy crap! Anya, where did this come from? This must be worth millions!”

I picked it up and casually examined it. “An elder gave it to me. I don’t really like it, the color’s too light.”

I pushed the box toward Bella. “Bella, your skin is fair, this would look great on you. It’s yours.”

Bella waved her hands frantically. “No, no! This is too expensive!”

“Don’t be silly with me,” I insisted, pressing the box into her hand. “It’s just a trinket.”

Finally, Bella couldn't refuse me and accepted it.

But she immediately transferred $500,000 to me.

“Anya, you have to take this money! Otherwise, I can’t accept this diamond!”

Looking at the extra $500,000 on my phone, my heart was unfazed.

Money was just a tool.

Winning people’s hearts, that was the real goal.

Because of this incident, my roommates no longer doubted my “wealthy heiress” identity and became even closer to me.

That night, Chloe shrieked, holding her phone.

“The Freshman Queen competition has started! Anya, you have to enter!”

Bella, another roommate, chimed in, “Yeah, bring glory to our dorm room 404!”

My heart stirred.

In my last life, I also signed up under their encouragement. But because my votes surpassed Brittany’s, it led to a series of retaliations.

“What’s the prize for first place?” I asked.

“A $10,000 prize! And you get to host the Freshman Welcome Gala, earn extra credit, and it helps you get into the student council!”

Student council… subsidies, extra credit, and most importantly, it would make it easier for me to take time off to make money.

I agreed.

“Alright, I just started a small company, so I’m busy and often need to take time off.”

I casually spun a small lie.

My roommates, as expected, looked at me with envy.

Skylar immediately grabbed her camera. “Come on, Anya, I’ll take your photo for the competition!”

In the photo, I wore a simple white dress, my long, sleek hair cascading down to my waist. The dress’s cut perfectly accentuated my figure.

As soon as the photo was uploaded, my vote count began to soar.

Bullet comments appeared just in time.

【Oh my god, with that elegance and beauty, no wonder the male lead is so captivated.】

【She’s putting on such an act, too bad it’s all fake.】

【Am I the only one who feels sorry for her? It must be so exhausting to maintain this image all the time.】

【Big sis supports you, here’s a little something for you.】

Suddenly, I felt a weight in my palm.

A solid gold heart-shaped charm appeared out of thin air in my hand.

My mind went blank.

Bullet comments… really turn into real objects.

A bold plan gradually formed in my mind—

I would continue to maintain my rich heiress persona in front of those wealthy kids, while simultaneously showcasing a vulnerable side to these bullet comment viewers who needed to protect me.