The teachers, now jobless and disgraced, turned their anger elsewhere.
“It’s all Savannah’s fault!” one of them grumbled bitterly. “She’s not even the real daughter of the Blake Enterprises—just a counterfeit.”
“If it weren’t for her lies, we wouldn’t have lost our jobs!”
Less than half a day later, the principal returned with the surveillance footage.
Sure enough, the recordings from the past six months showed Savannah and her clique repeatedly bullying Amanda—shoving her, humiliating her, sabotaging her desk, even spilling food on her uniform.
There was no denying it now.
All the girls involved were expelled on the spot.
The principal turned to me carefully. “Miss Blake, are you satisfied with how the school handled the matter?”
I gave a cool nod.
“I am. But make sure it doesn’t happen again. Not just for my daughter—for any student. Strengthen your management. This school should protect its children.”
Meanwhile—
At an extravagant auction venue across town, Graham was releasing a sky lantern with Clarissa. He’d just purchased a diamond ring worth tens of millions.
At least, he thought he had.
When he handed over the black supplementary card, the payment failed.
Graham frowned. “What’s wrong with your machine? This is an unlimited card.”
The staff bowed nervously. “Sorry, sir. Let us try again.”
They switched out the POS device—twice. Still failed.
Clarissa’s voice rose sharply. “What kind of garbage equipment is this? I have an unlimited card! How could it be declined?”
“I want to speak to your organizer!”
The auction manager arrived quickly. They tried a different card—it worked.
“Mr. Wyatt, Miss Hale, the machine’s fine. Perhaps you could try another card?”
Clarissa’s face went pale. “Impossible…”
Graham, now sweating, called the bank.
The verdict was swift.
The supplementary card had been frozen.
Furious, Graham stormed out and headed straight to find his daughter.
When he saw her, his rage boiled over.
He didn’t hesitate—he slapped, kicked, and shouted.
“Amanda! Call your mother now! Why can’t the card be used? What the hell is going on?”
“Tell her to reissue it immediately! Aunt Clarissa still hasn’t bought the diamonds!”
I stood in the shadows, fists clenched, barely holding myself back.
Instead of reacting, I calmly raised my phone and captured the scene.
Then I sent the video directly to my father.
Me: Dad, your granddaughter was beaten and humiliated. Can you tolerate that?
Our Blake family isn’t just the wealthiest in Ridgeport—
We’re feared. And that fear starts with my father.
He once ruled this city with a name that sent chills down spines: Victor Blake.
His reply came seconds later.
Dad: Isn’t that bastard your ex-husband? How dare he touch my granddaughter? I’ll destroy him. He’ll lose everything—his reputation, his businesses, his peace.
