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Chapter 4
Everyone frantically pulled out their phones to watch the video I’d posted.
After a long pause, someone in the crowd shouted:
“Holy shit! Is Willow Cellin completely psycho? She slapped someone and jumped off a balcony just because she was jealous? If that were me, I’d be
traumatized for life!”
“Aria, I’m so sorry-I totally misunderstood you. It’s just that Willow looked so pitiful, and I never imagined someone could go that psycho…”
Ive always heard about people who hate the rich, but damn, seeing it in person is terrifying…”
I waved them off, accepting all their apologies.
Having died once already, a few insults didn’t faze me anymore. Besides, they’d apologized.
Back in the dorm, my head was pounding-I just wanted to crash.
My roommate Zoe Martinez walked over to me, eyeing the Chanel bag on my desk with interest before picking it up to examine it closely.
So this is the bag worth thousands that Willow was going on about? Aria, I had no idea you were loaded.”
This bag almost got Willow killed-you must think it’s cursed now, right? Why don’t you just give it to me?”
I snatched the bag back, glaring at Zoe before I could even get a word out.
But Zoe beat me to it with a mocking laugh.
‘Stingy much? You’re rolling in cash and you’re being petty over one little thing.”
I knew I couldn’t stay in this dorm-it was crawling with leeches.
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So I called Marcus again, not caring that it was late, and told him to send someone to pick me up immediately.
After hanging up, I started packing my stuff.
Without a word, I yanked open Zoe’s closet and started throwing all the unopened luxury skincare products into my suitcase.
Zoe shrieked, “Aria, have you lost your fucking mind? What gives you the right to touch my stuff?!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I held out my hand.
Your stuff? Show me the receipts.”
Zoe couldn’t produce any receipts, so she just glared at me with pure hatred as I opened her wardrobe and started stuffing clothes she could never afford into rash bags.
She looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
“Willow was right-you’re just a condescending bitch. You’d throw us your leftover crap to buy us off, but kept all the good stuff for yourself. Did you really think us poor beggars were that easy to please?!”
I didn’t bother responding, just continued packing everything in the dorm that they’d been using into trash bags.
Since freshman year started, I’d noticed that Willow, Zoe, and our other roommate Mia were all struggling financially.
Whenever I saw them unable to buy things they wanted because of tight budgets, I’d generously help them out.
I’d constantly supplied them with designer clothes and high-end skincare products.
But to my surprised, in my past life, after Willow turned on me, they’d sided with her without hesitation.
They’d believed Willow when she said I was just dumping my unwanted junk on them, never truly considering them friends.
Chapter 4
After packing up all the things in the dorm, I started carrying them to the trash can trip after trip.
But suddenly. It occurred to me: what if Zoe picked them up? It was totally possible!
So I stayed put right next to a garbage truck.
Only when I saw all the garbage bags being loaded onto the truck did I feel at ease and get into the car sent by the housekeeper.
I fell sound asleep as soon as I got in the car.
From now on, I wouldn’t tolerate a single ungrateful snake in my life.
