She used the trading system to steal my money for charity

chapter 1

A girl said, "Amelia, you're so vain. You're just a housekeeper's daughter, yet you insist on pretending to be rich and donating to underprivileged students." Amelia Robertson is my name.

Another girl chimed in, "Exactly! If Miss Robertson hadn't kindly covered that $2 million for you today, you'd be a complete fraud.

"You better apologize to Miss Robertson right now. Otherwise, I'm taking you straight to the police station!"

The chorus of accusations rang in my ears. It wasn't until everyone started pushing and shoving me that I snapped back to reality.

Looking at the angry faces of my classmates, I finally realized I had truly been reborn.

And I was right back on the day Ivy used that transaction system to manipulate me into donating to all the underprivileged students at school.

Just moments ago, the $2 million check I had personally donated suddenly turned into a blank check.

But Ivy immediately transferred the exact same amount as a donation, then turned around and slandered me, claiming I was the housekeeper's daughter.

Seeing my silence, Ivy immediately rushed forward.

She put on a caring act and urged me, "Amelia, I've overlooked you stealing my haute couture dresses and limited edition bags. But now you dare to commit donation fraud in public?

"Since you can't actually donate any money to everyone anyway, just admit your mistake and apologize. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you anymore."

Looking at the calculation in Ivy's eyes, I knew she was deliberately trying to provoke me with her words.

In my past life, I had indeed acted impulsively.

I was so angry that I pulled out my black card, told the underprivileged students to spend freely, and promised to donate however much they spent.

But just as the underprivileged students swore to max out the black card and happily went to pay, the POS machine suddenly issued a warning.

Then a mechanical female voice announced: "Insufficient funds on this card. Please try again."

Meanwhile, Ivy generously transferred over ten million dollars and promised to cover all the underprivileged students' expenses.

In an instant, I became everyone's most hated person, while Ivy became the beautiful, kind-hearted rich person.

Just as I was thinking about how to break out of this predicament, my boyfriend James Simpson suddenly burst out.

He was dressed head to toe in designer brands, wearing a $1 million watch on his wrist.

James arrogantly pointed at me and cursed, "Amelia, I thought you were actually rich. Turns out you're just a fake pretending to be wealthy! If you hadn't shamelessly pleased me this whole Christmas, I wouldn't have given you a second glance. We're breaking up right now!"

But originally, it was James who envied my luxurious lifestyle and shamelessly begged me to keep him.

If he hadn't been decent-looking, I wouldn't have kept him either.

But now James looked at me like I was trash, even kicking me hard in the chest, as if afraid I'd cling to him.

People around us applauded and loudly congratulated James for "escaping his miserable situation."

Miserable situation?

I gave him $1 million in spending money every month. Apparently, in their eyes, this was a "miserable situation."

Just as I was about to reveal the truth, Ivy's eyes immediately reddened, and she slapped me across the face.

She cried, "Amelia, even now, you still won't admit your mistake? Even though you're just my family's housekeeper's daughter, I've always been good to you. All you had to do was say sorry to me, and I would have forgiven you for old times' sake. But why won't you just admit it?"

I covered my swollen cheek and gritted my teeth as I stood up.

I said coldly, "Admit it? Fine. I'll admit it right now.

"That's right. I am the housekeeper's daughter. I impersonated Ivy's identity. I was wrong.

"Miss Robertson, I hope you won't hold it against a mere housekeeper's daughter like me."