"Damien, since you have a lover, let's part ways amicably. You should return the gift I gave you at its original price, and I will not give you a penny less of the academic placement fee I owe you."
"As for the internship assessment, you can write whatever you want. I don't care."
The line of companies willing to accept me as an intern was so long that it could circle Manhattan.
But if my brother knew that I was dating a scumbag, Damien would be in big trouble.
I took a screenshot of the purchase order for his gift and sent it to the group.
He then transferred the $2,000 academic placement fee to the finance department and left.
He looked at those gifts worth millions of dollars, his face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist:
"Who on earth is that man that made you not even care about your graduation internship?"
"How much money he gives you a month, I'll give you double!"
Before I could answer, a colleague exclaimed:
"Mr. Blackwood, the shirt Scarlett gave you seems to be a handmade work by a top Italian master..."
Damien was so shocked that he let go of my hand and looked at me with complicated eyes:
"So you sold your body for me?"
He really takes himself too seriously. I sneered:
"If Mr. Blackwood is touched, return my hard-earned money to me!"
He quickly took out his cell phone and contacted the aunt at the scrap yard.
I was too lazy to watch the show, so I left without looking back.
I thought that if he had any conscience, he would realize how wrong he was after knowing that those things were unique treasures.
Unexpectedly, he made a series of life-threatening phone calls to me in the middle of the night.
When I didn't answer, he went crazy and sent me countless 60-second voice messages yelling at me:
"Scarlett, are you crazy? If you really love me, you should give me your first time instead of auctioning your virginity!"
He kept asking me whether I loved him or money, and as long as I answered, he would return the money.
It seemed that he already knew that the things I gave him were very valuable, and it sounded quite shocking.
I had a hunch that he was setting me up, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him and just turned off the phone and went to sleep.
Unexpectedly, just because I didn't answer this question, he spread the news that I was a gold digger on the Internet.
He took the intimate photos of my brother and I from behind and searched the world for an adulterer.
They also spread rumors that I auctioned myself off as an item in an underground auction house for money.
For a while, the shameful photos of me lowering myself to be auctioned went viral on the Internet.
Netizens called me shameless and said I had given up my self-respect for money.
Some people even dug out my information, contacted the school, and asked them to expel me!
What’s even more outrageous is that many boys who I don’t even know exposed me on the campus forum that I could actually get it for $100.
With photos and screenshots of the red envelopes, it’s hard not to believe it.
Public opinion was overwhelming, and netizens even asked the principal how he could award a scholarship to a student with such bad character as me.
The principal had no choice but to call me and ask me to return the scholarship I had received for four years of college.
Faced with this dilemma, I chose to call the police directly.
However, because the IP address that spread the rumor was finally shown to be overseas, it was impossible to trace the source of the rumor for a while.
I knew all this had something to do with Damien, but he actually had the nerve to come to me.
I held back my nausea and answered the phone. His anxious voice came through:
"Scarlett, come to the hospital right now! If you come and help me, I won't break up with you or pursue your cheating!"
"As long as I'm still your boyfriend, those rumors will fall apart, you won't have to return your scholarship, and you'll graduate with honors!"
