[Breaking: Rumor has it the CEO’s daughter is doing an undercover internship in our department!!!] The message popped up in our department’s Slack channel. I watched as my true identity was supposedly "exposed." Then, Harper Sterling replied in the chat, dripping with fake humility: "Since I’m undercover, I really just want to keep a low profile and prove my own abilities. Let’s all just focus on our work, okay? Instantly, my coworkers—including my own boyfriend—started kissing up to her. Me, the actual CEO's daughter: ... 1 Every year before the company's Winter Holiday Gala, employee bonuses included limited-edition blind box figures. Right before the holidays, our department’s group chat was buzzing with speculation about this year's theme. Mid-conversation, Harper dropped a photo into the chat: "This year’s theme is The Olympian Gods. Don't leak this to anyone outside the department, guys!" I stared at the screen, stunned. That kind of internal mock-up was restricted to the executive admin team. Harper was just an accounting intern like me. How did she get it? Britney Hayes was the first to reply: "OMG! Only top-floor executives get intel like this early! Harper, confess! How long is a billionaire heiress like you planning to play undercover with us peasants?" "Holy crap, so the rumors about the CEO's daughter interning here are true?!" "The signs were all there! Harper's last name is Sterling, and our CEO is Mr. Sterling!" "I knew Harper was built different. That canvas tote bag she carries every day? It looks so chic, totally not something us corporate slaves could afford." I glanced at the plain, unbranded canvas bag on Harper's desk. We had a dozen of those at my house—they were complimentary dust bags from luxury boutiques that our maids used to carry groceries. The coworkers were blowing this way out of proportion. I figured Harper would step up and clarify the misunderstanding. After all, the Sterling family had produced nothing but boys for three generations. I was my dad’s only precious daughter. Besides me, there was absolutely no other "CEO’s daughter" in this company. My dad adored my mom. When I was born, my mom insisted I take her maiden name, Bennett. My dad agreed without a second thought. So, I was Chloe Bennett. Sure enough, Harper replied a minute later. However, her response was: "Since it's an undercover stint, I just want to keep a low profile and prove my worth. Let's not discuss this anymore, guys. Let's just do our jobs! Me: ... Talk about gaslighting. That non-denial was practically a megaphone. As soon as she sent that, the chat went wild. Coworker A: "Princess! I really want the Athena figure! Mercury is in retrograde and my luck is awful. Could you pull some strings and get me one? I'll carry your bags for a month! puppy dog eyes" Coworker B: "Princess Harper! I want one too! I'll buy your coffee every day!" Britney: "Back off, guys! Princess Harper, I want the whole Olympian set! Hahahaha!" "I'd die for the full set! Princess, I will be your loyal servant for life!" I read the messages and held back a laugh, assuming Harper wouldn't dare respond. My dad’s corporation was massive, and the rules were incredibly strict. The whole point of the blind boxes was for employees to enjoy the thrill of the draw. Because of that, even family members like me didn’t get special privileges to bypass the system, let alone a mere intern. But Harper responded, shattering my expectations of just how bottomless her vanity was. "Alright," she typed. "I'll see what I can do. But just for you guys! The company rules are super strict, so keep it on the down-low." I actually laughed out loud. She knew the rules were strict, yet she still made a promise she couldn't keep. People calling her "Heiress" and "Princess" had clearly made her delusional. Sitting across from me, Harper looked up, a smug smile on her face. "Chloe, do you want a figure too?" I smiled back. "Can you really get company blind boxes early?" Britney’s sharp voice cut in. "Chloe, what kind of question is that? Are you doubting the CEO's daughter? Typical try-hard charity case. You got a scholarship out of the boondocks and think you're hot stuff, but you'll never understand the superiority of someone born in Rome. Princess Harper, ignore her. Let's go get lunch." Harper didn't address me or my question. Instead, she picked up a stack of files, looking distressed. "But the Director told me to organize these spreadsheets by noon, and I'm only half done..." Britney snatched the files and slammed them down on my desk. "Chloe, finish organizing these for Harper." I tossed them right back at her. "Do your own work." Britney threw them back at me, barking a command. "Harper is the Princess of this company! Don't you try-hards love showing off? Letting you do the Princess's work is doing you a favor. Got it?" I threw the files back one last time, muttered "Psychopath," and stood up to leave for my lunch break. Britney shrieked behind me. "Don't be an ungrateful bitch, Chloe! You think passing a few exams makes you special? Harper's family owns this place! One word to her dad, and your chances of a full-time offer are dead!" I could have died laughing. The only one dreaming here was Harper. I was in a rush to meet my boyfriend for lunch and couldn't be bothered to argue. I walked out, hearing several coworkers swarming Harper to brown-nose her, eagerly volunteering to do her spreadsheets. 2 My boyfriend, Derek Vance, and I had just sat down at a nice Italian place downstairs. Suddenly, Britney and a cluster of coworkers walked in, surrounding Harper like she was Beyoncé. Derek, who was usually indifferent to other women, suddenly stood up. He walked over to an empty table near us, pulled out a chair, and gave Harper a warm, charming smile. "Harper, there are empty seats here. You guys can sit." Harper smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, Derek." Derek's smile grew even softer. "Anytime." I sat there, dumbfounded, staring at him. He hadn't pulled my chair out for me when we arrived. Derek sat back down, leaned over the table, and whispered, "Harper is the CEO’s daughter." I frowned. "So what?" Word traveled fast. Within a single morning, even Derek in the Engineering department knew. "She’s a big deal," Derek said defensively. "If I get on her good side, it benefits both of us." He then shot me a look of annoyance. "You shared a dorm with Harper for three years in college. How did you never tell me something this huge?" I was getting annoyed. "Even if she was the CEO's daughter, what difference would it make?" Just then, the garlic butter shrimp Harper ordered arrived at her table. Derek stood up again. He leaned in, gritted his teeth, and whispered to me, "You are so dense it's actually painful." Then, abandoning his actual girlfriend, he scurried over to their table and started peeling shrimp for Harper. I swallowed my anger and called his name twice. He ignored me. Harper spoke up, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Thank you, Derek. But Chloe looks really mad. I know it's no big deal that you're helping me, but if she throws a tantrum, you'll have to be the one to coax her. I don't want you to get tired because of me. You should go back." Derek wanted to stay, but a few male coworkers, eager to suck up to the "heiress," aggressively nudged him out of the way. When Derek returned to our table, he glared at me like he wanted to stab me. I let out a cold laugh. "Derek, did you ever stop to think that if she isn't the CEO's daughter, your pathetic, gold-digging brown-nosing today is going to look incredibly embarrassing?" Derek's face darkened. "I'm a gold-digger? You think I'm embarrassing? The only embarrassing one here is you! You're dead broke, yet you strut around carrying a fake fifty-thousand-dollar Hermès Birkin! God knows what shady things you did to get that knockoff!" For safety reasons, I usually wore unbranded custom clothing and bags made by my family's private designers. But one morning, I was running late for a major college lecture, panicked, and grabbed a custom, logo-less Hermès bag my mom had casually bought at a Paris runway show and left on the sofa. I didn't expect Derek to recognize the silhouette. So his whole "I don't care about material things" persona was a complete act. My affection and respect for him plummeted to absolute zero. I stood up with a cold face and left. I had completely lost my appetite. I had originally thought he was a talented engineer and was planning to recommend him to my dad for a promotion. Now, I realized that was entirely unnecessary. 3 Derek called me. Thinking he wanted to apologize, I answered. He didn't apologize. Instead, he asked to borrow money. I hung up immediately. After work, he was waiting for me outside the office building. He pulled me into a quiet corner. The six-foot-tall man slumped his shoulders, looking pathetic. "It's a family emergency. I really need $15,000 right now." I shot back, "You're friends with the 'CEO's daughter' now. Go borrow it from her." Derek looked even more pitiful. "Chloe, why can't you understand me? Do you think I wanted to suck up to Harper? I did it for our future! If we make friends with the CEO's daughter, wouldn't our lives at the company be so much easier? Chloe, you're the only one who can help me. If you don't... my mom is screwed. If you don't have the cash, that fake Hermès bag you have... give it to me. I can sell it, it should cover the cost..." I had met Derek's mother. She was a hardworking, kind country woman. I had a good impression of her, and it was her kindness that had initially made me think highly of Derek. Hearing it was a medical emergency for his mom, I didn't think twice. I told him he didn't need to sell my bag, I would get the cash. I transferred him the $15,000. A day later, I got a call from one of my wealthy socialite friends. She said she saw my handsome boyfriend at an exclusive boutique buying a limited-edition designer dress. When buying it, he told the sales associate it was an anniversary gift for his girlfriend. It cost $12,000. My friend snapped a photo of the dress and sent it to me. She could tell I had no idea, so she said enviously, "Tsk, couldn't tell your stoic little boyfriend was such a romantic! He bought your exact size. Just play dumb and get ready for the surprise!" I honestly didn't know how to describe what I was feeling. Derek was usually incredibly stingy. Spending $12,000 was astronomical for him. I never imagined he would use his mother's fake "medical emergency" to borrow $15,000 from me, just to buy a $12,000 dress. However, when our anniversary actually arrived, Derek didn't even give me a greeting card. Instead, I saw the $12,000 limited-edition dress on Harper. 4 I shoved the photo my friend took directly into Derek's face. "Is this what you meant by your mother having an emergency and needing cash?!" Derek turned beet red and stammered, "Harper... she thinks highly of me. She invited me to the movies the other night. I wanted to give her a gift in return. She's rich, so she definitely wouldn't care about a cheap gift... That's why I borrowed the money from you..." I never expected that Harper, aside from being vain and manipulative, was also top-tier at stealing other people's boyfriends behind their backs. I sneered. "So to you, the CEO's daughter is your mother now? By that logic, Derek, don't you have too many 'mothers' to keep track of?" "Chloe, that's enough!" Derek roared, cutting me off. "We're breaking up." My heart stung for a second. It hurt a little. But I didn't let it hurt for long. I was glad I discovered his true colors before revealing my real identity. I clenched my fists and looked him dead in the eye. "Fine. We're done. I hope you never regret this. And even if you do, don't you dare come crawling back to me begging for another chance!" "Look at your attitude! A woman should either have money or be submissive! You? You're dead broke, and your personality is like a brick wall! Let me tell you, no man could stand your foul temper! I was blind to be with you, but now my vision is restored. Don't even talk about this lifetime, I wouldn't regret dumping you in eight lifetimes!" "Great. Please remember what you said today. Also, give me back the $15,000 you borrowed." To a scumbag like him, giving him a single cent felt like an insult to my money. "You want to talk about money?!" He threw a small notebook at me. "Pay me back for all of this first!" I caught it and flipped through. Inside were line-by-line records of every single expense from our dates over the past few months. When my shoelace broke on the street and he bought me a two-dollar replacement, he logged it. Every meal, every cup of coffee—nothing was missed. The grand total was $200. The spare change on a single pen I had gifted him cost more than that, yet he logged every penny. I laughed out of sheer anger. "Fine. Deduct the $200 from the $15,000 you owe me. But the gifts I gave you—the designer belts, the fountain pens, the tailored shirts—you return all of them." Derek scoffed disdainfully. "Those fake knockoffs? I threw them all in the trash the night Harper and I went to the movies." "Then pay me back for their value. I have the receipts for everything. I'll send them to you, and you will write me an IOU." For once, Derek was eager about money. "Fine, I'll write it! The cost of a single bag from my Harper's closet will cover it. Don't try to forge the receipts, I'll have them verified." Just a minute ago it was "Harper," now it was "his Harper." Pathetic. 5 I don't know what methods she used, but Harper actually managed to get a set of the Olympian Gods figures. After that, her status in the department skyrocketed. An intern who hadn't even been at the company for long suddenly received a private office—a perk reserved only for senior accountants. Brand new office supplies, a top-tier computer setup, you name it. Her desk was piled high with expensive lattes and snacks bought by our coworkers. Correspondingly, because I refused to worship her, I became the perfect target for contrast. I was relocated to a desk right next to the bathrooms. All the most tedious, awful tasks were dumped on me. In the breakroom, I accidentally overheard the gossip. This was all the "hard work" of VP Marcus Thorne. Britney looked at me, bossing me around arrogantly. "Chloe, go brew a cup of coffee for Harper. Make sure it's pour-over. Harper is doing you a favor by specifically asking for you to make it." "Where did this rat turd come from? Do you have a death wish? How dare you order our Chlo—" That arrogant voice belonged to my third brother, Luke Sterling. I acted fast, slapping a hand over his mouth and dragging him out of the breakroom. My dad named him Luke to be a beacon of light for the company. But aside from business, Luke was a master at partying and goofing off. Because of that, my dad "exiled" him to our department to do grunt work and gain some grounded experience alongside me. Everyone in our family spoiled me to death. Luke was no exception. Hearing me being ordered around, he looked ready to commit murder. But I had my own plans. I wanted to use this opportunity to smoke out all the rats in the company and genuinely do something useful for my dad's business. Seeing my determination, Luke was moved. He agreed to team up with me to catch the rats. Luke asked about my boyfriend, mentioning that our second brother, Leo, was having a concert soon. He handed me three VIP tickets so I could take my boyfriend. I casually shoved the tickets into my pocket. Before I could tell Luke I had dumped the cheating loser, Britney followed us out, demanding I go make Harper's coffee. Luke stepped right in front of her. At over six-foot-two, with a furious scowl, he looked terrifying. Britney glared at me but didn't dare push it. She went to make the coffee herself. Barely a few steps away, she suddenly let out a deafening, groundhog-like shriek. "AHHHHHH! TICKETS TO LEO STERLING'S CONCERT!" Everyone turned to look. A few nearby coworkers ran over to see the tickets in her hand. Britney ignored them, sprinting straight into Harper's office and giving her a massive bear hug. "Princess Harper! These Leo Sterling tickets must have dropped from your pocket, right?! You're the CEO's daughter, Leo Sterling is your actual biological brother, right?! There are two tickets—can I please have one?! I'm his biggest fan! Take me with you, and I will be your literal slave for life!" Harper only froze for a single second before her calm, arrogant facade returned. She smoothly took the two tickets Britney had "found." "Sure, we can go together. It's perfect since there are two tickets." Watching this absurd play unfold, I blinked and reached into my pocket. That's when I realized the concert tickets my brother had just given me were gone. I started walking straight toward Harper and Britney. 6 Luke followed right behind me. "I'm right here. You don't even need to lift a finger. Just say the word, and I'll wipe these rats off the face of the earth." I held back my impulsive brother and gave him a specific instruction. "You got it." Luke went off to do as I asked. Harper's office was packed. Britney and several other coworkers were squeezed inside, all lured in by the holy grail of tickets to the global pop star's sold-out concert. I walked into the office and asked her, "Harper, how do you know these tickets are yours?" Before Harper could answer, her loyal foot soldier, Britney, fired back. "Duh! If they aren't Harper's, are they yours, Chloe?!" Following her mockery, a few people chuckled. I raised an eyebrow and replied calmly, "Yes. They're mine." The office fell dead silent for three seconds. Then Britney burst into hysterical laughter. "Yours?! Hahaha! Chloe, has Princess Harper's natural superiority finally driven you insane? A broke intern claims that VIP tickets to Leo Sterling—which cost over a thousand bucks each—are hers?" Harper smiled tactfully, but her words were far more vicious. "Chloe, it's normal to want to see my brother Leo's concert. But how can you claim things that aren't yours? I think your obsession with Leo is making you delusional. Do you want me to recommend a good psychiatrist?" I didn't waste any more breath on them. I called Luke to bring the evidence over. There was a security camera right outside the breakroom in the hallway. I had sent Luke to pull the security footage. Luke was ruthless. He wheeled in a projector and cast the security footage onto the large white wall in the accounting office. On the screen, it clearly showed the tickets falling out of my pocket, and Britney picking them up. The entire sequence was crystal clear. The laughter in the office died. Coworkers began whispering. "Holy crap, they really are Chloe's." "But Britney swore they were Harper's?" "Yeah, and when Chloe asked Harper, Harper didn't even deny it. She acted exactly like they were hers." "The CEO's daughter tried to steal an intern's concert tickets? What the hell?" ... Harper's face was completely blank. She gripped the tickets so tightly her knuckles turned white, looking like she wanted to crush them into dust. Britney's expression was the definition of mortification. She stood frozen for a moment, then turned to look at Harper. Harboring a bit of resentment, yet too afraid to be too aggressive, Britney asked carefully, "Harper... are these tickets... not yours?" Harper turned her head away, shifting the blame onto her. "When did I ever say the ones you picked up were mine?" Britney: "But..." Harper smoothly downplayed it: "I do have tickets, but I put them in my bag. You brought these over, and I just assumed they were the ones I dropped. It was just a misunderstanding." Luke scoffed. "A misunderstanding? Alright, you said your tickets are in your bag. Take them out right now and show everyone, prove your innocence." All eyes in the office locked onto Harper. 7 Harper began pretending to rummage through her bag, furrowing her perfectly manicured brows. "Looks like I left them at home. It's just a concert. If I want to go, it's just a matter of making one phone call." Seeing the lingering doubt in everyone's eyes, Harper smiled softly. "Whoever wants to go, just let me know. I'll take you all backstage when the time comes." Britney was the first to hug her and squeal. "AHHHH! I want to go! I knew I couldn't be wrong! It's Princess Harper's own brother's concert, she doesn't even need tickets to get in!" Several other coworkers who desperately wanted to go instantly switched back to smiling faces, begging to be taken along. Harper agreed to all of them. No one questioned her anymore; the room erupted in cheers. People are basically like this—in the face of benefits and perks, right and wrong become irrelevant. Harper looked at me, her eyes full of provocation. "Like I said, it was a misunderstanding. For something like this, I have absolutely no reason to lie. You, on the other hand, Chloe... are you doing this on purpose because you think Derek broke up with you for me? Let me clarify, Derek and I are nothing but friends. But honestly, we're all adults here. Your jealousy is so petty. No wonder Derek doesn't like you anymore." Derek's furious voice suddenly rang out from behind me. "Chloe, are you psycho?! What does our breakup have to do with Harper? What right do you have to target her?!" I didn't even know when Derek had arrived. He was holding a massive bouquet of fresh red roses. My eyes stung for a brief second. I said coldly, "Who is 'our'? Remember, you are you, and I am me. Stop flattering yourself." I didn't forget to snatch my tickets back from Harper's tight grip. I chuckled. "Alright, since you're so capable, I'll see you at the concert." Last time, her loyal "grandson" bought her that limited-edition dress. I couldn't wait to see which of her loyal "grandsons" was going to miraculously conjure up sold-out VIP concert tickets for her this time. Derek's sudden appearance in our department was to celebrate Harper getting her own private office. He had come specifically to gift her the flowers. Luke looked at Derek, realizing something belatedly. He asked me, "Is this that—" Although I had broken up with Derek before getting the chance to introduce him to my family, I had shown them a photo of him when he first started pursuing me. I said briefly, "We broke up. He's currently busy licking the boots of the 'CEO's daughter' in there." Luke's mouth twitched. "He has zero taste." I had already moved on and shrugged indifferently. "Everyone meets a few scumbags when they're young." Luke wanted to punch him. I held him back. The person this scumbag wanted to suck up to was the CEO's daughter. Harper was a fake. It wouldn't be long before her true colors were exposed. When that time came, the scumbag would realize that being a gold-digging bootlicker leaves you with absolutely nothing. There was no need for my brother to dirty his hands. 8 The concert started at 8 PM. Luke and I planned to head straight there after clocking out. My eldest brother, Liam, had called. He organized a fleet of cars to escort me to the concert. Liam loved cars. He managed auto-investments and was a race car driver himself. His private garage in the city alone held over a hundred luxury vehicles. The convoy he arranged to escort me consisted of eight cars and ten bodyguards. The bodyguards were handpicked by my parents from a top-tier private security firm. Because it was my first time attending Leo's concert, they were worried about the massive crowds and didn't trust Leo or Luke to protect me properly. That evening, waiting at the elevators, Luke and I bumped into Harper, Britney, Derek, and their entourage. Britney, acting like a human megaphone, intentionally raised her voice to show off. "Listen up, guys! Princess Harper's dad sent a luxury convoy to pick us up! They're all top-tier luxury cars worth millions! Unlike some people who maxed out their credit cards just to buy a ticket to show off, and will spend the next few months paying off loans. Forget a taxi, they'll probably have to borrow money just to ride the smelly bus! Hahaha!" She stared straight at me, sneering. "Some people need to learn that getting good grades in school is useless. First of all, you need self-awareness. You need to recognize your status and fix your attitude. Otherwise, you deserve to eat dirt and be poor for the rest of your life." I chuckled. "You definitely have self-awareness. You've positioned your status perfectly—especially how flawlessly you play the role of a groveling lapdog." Luke gave me a thumbs up. We walked over to take a different elevator. Behind us, a slow-to-react Britney shrieked, "Who are you calling a lapdog?!" Derek, who previously complained to me that Britney was like a rabid dog that bit everyone, was now actually comforting her. "Britney, don't stoop to Chloe's level. She's jealous of Harper. She's so insanely jealous she's acting like a porcupine, trying to stab anyone she sees." Harper's voice was sickeningly sweet. "People like porcupines are so scary. I'm so glad you broke up with her, Derek." Heh. I was the one who was glad! 9 Luke and I reached the ground floor. Harper's group had arrived just before us. Led by Harper, the group of coworkers was crowded around a line of eight top-tier luxury cars, screaming in excitement. The fleet was led by a Rolls-Royce Phantom, followed by Bentleys, Ferraris, Maybachs, and Lamborghinis. It was basically a high-end auto show. Harper, Britney, and Derek were worshippers of vanity; of course they recognized the cars. No wonder they were going crazy. Harper's eyes were practically glowing, but she tried hard to maintain a reserved, elegant posture. "These are just the everyday cars my family uses. Sit wherever you want, guys. Get in." Derek was flushed with excitement. Using a tone reserved for worshipping deities, he asked Harper carefully, "Harper, can I ride in the same car as you? I want to stay by your side every second, to watch over you and protect you." "Mhm, okay. Thank you, Derek. You're so sweet." Harper and Derek walked toward the extended Rolls-Royce at the front. Derek played the gentleman, reaching out to open the door for her. Before his hand even touched the handle, the driver and the bodyguard in the passenger seat stepped out simultaneously and blocked him. "Who are you?" Derek awkwardly pulled his hand back, revealing Harper behind him. Harper swayed her hips, stepped forward, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and commanded arrogantly, "My brother sent you, right? I'm Harper Sterling. Open the door for me. Oh, and these are my coworkers going to the concert with me. Tell the drivers in the back to open their doors too. My coworkers need to get in." The driver and the bodyguard exchanged glances, completely baffled. The drivers and bodyguards from the seven cars behind them also stepped out. Soon, their Captain spotted me and immediately marched over with large strides, preparing to respectfully greet me. Luke and I simultaneously raised a hand to stop him. We wanted to watch the show. Harper was already throwing a tantrum. "Hey! I told you to open the doors, are you deaf?! Where are you going?! I didn't say those two could ride in my cars!" The drivers and bodyguards were all bewildered. I nudged Luke, signaling it was his turn to take the stage. Luke caught on, strolled over, looked down at Harper, and spoke with supreme arrogance. "These cars—" Harper cut him off immediately. "What? You want to hitch a ride too? Sorry, step aside. There are no seats for you in my cars!" Luke let out a cold laugh. "Get the fuck out of here with your fake flexing. You're the one who needs to step aside. Every single one of these cars belongs to my family." Harper turned to look at him, sneering. "You? Hah! An intern? You think you're worthy?" She turned back to yell at the driver. "Hurry up and open the door, didn't you hear me?! If my brother finds out you disrespected me like this, you'll all be fired!" No one paid her any attention. "Harper Sterling, right? Open your blind eyes and look closely." Luke raised a hand in a signal. Instantly, the driver pulled open the rear door of the Rolls-Royce and bowed respectfully. "Young Master Luke, please get in." Harper: "..." Britney, Derek, and the crowd of coworkers: "???" Luke: "See clearly now? If you see clearly, then get the hell out of my way!" Harper was in disbelief. She didn't even care about the humiliation. She grabbed her phone and ran to a secluded corner to make a call. I followed her quietly and turned on my phone's voice recorder. I heard her call the person on the other end "Kevin" and ask about the cars. I couldn't hear what the other person said. Harper's voice suddenly grew loud. "You didn't send cars?! What am I supposed to do if you don't send cars?! I already promised my coworkers!" "You can't get a Rolls-Royce? Then rent me a few Bentleys, Maybachs, or sports cars! Hurry up, okay?! If you don't, I'm going to be completely humiliated, Kevin!" "No sports cars either?! Then... then a Mercedes or a BMW! ...Still no?! Then what am I supposed to do?! Kevin, you HAVE to get them here. If you don't, and I lose face, I can't guarantee I won't leak all your dirty secrets onto the company portal!" After Harper's desperate threats, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly boomed so loudly I could hear it. "You little bitch, you dare threaten me?! Do you have any idea how much money and how many favors it cost me to get you those tickets from the Second Young Master's team?! I paid a hundred times the premium just to secure one ticket, and now you want me to get you ten luxury cars?! Luxury my ass! You want to ruin me?! Fine! Go ahead and post it! If I get ruined at the company, you're going down with me, you stupid bitch!" The man hung up. Harper was trembling with rage. I sent the recording to my dad's assistant for investigation...
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