The True Heiress's Return

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With a single sentence, Shakira effortlessly shifted the focus of public opinion onto Yvette! In an instant, the smile on Yvette's face completely froze, and her pupils dilated in panic. 'How dare Shakira expose my identity like that!" Before she could get angry, gasps of astonishment echoed around her. A chilling sensation crept up Yvette's body from the soles of her feet. "Oh my God! Yvette is Lago's biological daughter?!"

"No way, is that true? Isn't Yvette the daughter of the Nelson family? Her birthday party a few months ago was the biggest event in Crescentville; it couldn't have been that extravagant if she wasn't his real daughter!" Shakira is is the adopted daughter of the Smith family; she must know who the real daughter of the Smith family is.

"But

"I saw some gossip before saying that the daughter of a prominent family in Crescentville was swapped at birth and has been living in someone else's home for years. Now that the real daughter is back, she's not leaving. Could it be Yvette?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I thought it was strange before, but now it all makes sense! Don't you find it odd? Shakira isn't the Smith family's real daughter, so changing her last name makes sense, but why did she take the surname Nan?" "What else could it be? Shakira is the daughter of the Nelson family!"

"That ties everything together! Shakira and Yvette are the swapped daughters!"

then Yvette is disgusting for stealing someone else's identity and not returning to her real parents!"

"If this is true, then

"You know what they say: Dragons give birth to dragons, and rats' children dig holes! It's not surprising that Lago's daughter would do something like this!"

"Wow, this gossip is huge and shocking!"

Listening to the chatter from all directions, Yvette felt incredibly tense, on the verge of breaking down! She couldn't bear the suspicion and criticisms. Covering her ears, she shot Shakira a furious glance and turned to leave. But before she could get far, she almost bumped into the head of her grade. "Class is starting! Where are you going? Get back to your seat!"

"..." Yvette froze, feeling stuck-neither leaving nor staying was an option. Finally, she gripped her fists tightly and reluctantly returned to her seat under everyone's gaze.

Shakira leisurely sat back down, surprisingly impressed by how composed Yvette was.

The head of the grade glanced around, "What are you all making noise about? It's time for class." The chatter in the classroom instantly quieted down.

end of the class, Yvette felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

By the end

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the head of the grade stopped everyone. "I have something to announce: our school has taken on a one-on-one assistance program for universities in remote areas, promoting donations from the entire school. This is voluntary; those who wish to donate can report to the class monitor, Each grade has its own charity tasks, and for our grade, we'll be doing a donation of old clothes. Let's discuss how to implement it. Any thoughts or suggestions?"

The students began discussing, and Berry caught Yyette's gaze, sending a look toward a certain spot at the back. A female student in the back raised her hand, "Teacher, since short videos are so popular now, why don't we use them to promote our grade's charity?" Soon, others chimed in. "That's a great idea! We can shoot short videos in groups to document the process!"

"Yes! Let's include the process of selecting old clothes to show everyone is sincerely contributing to charity; that way, it's authentic and meaningful!" The head of the grade nodded. "That's a good point. Any other ideas or opinions?"

More students expressed their agreement with the idea. The head of the grade decisively stated, "Then it's settled! Groups will be formed based on student numbers, fifteen people per group. This task is urgent, so please make sure to submit your group's video and the donated clothes in the next couple of days" Everyone responded in unison, "Okay!!"

After the head of the grade left, the students organized themselves into groups.

Xanthe looked displeased as she watched Yvette and Berry being grouped together, whispering to Shakira, "What kind of luck is this? How unlucky!"

Shakira glanced at Yvette, her eyes shining with understanding. Suddenly, she realized what Yvette's expression meant when she entered the classroom. "So that's why... no wonder Yvette was so composed earlier." Shakira took out her phone and sent

a message.

Berry volunteered to be the group leader, and several girls in the group had received skincare products from her last week, so they all supported Berry's leadership. Xanthe felt even more disgruntled. "Those things were fed to the dogs!"

The others heard Xanthe's remark. They knew her family had secured Southville Project and would have a bright future. But they had already fallen out with her, and now returning to her would be awkward. "Berry is the daughter of the White family; sticking with her shouldn't be too bad, right?"

ting Berry smirked at Xanthe and immediately started making decisions, "Our group has fifteen people, with ten classmates living on campus and five commuting. Since the task is heavy, let's focus on recording videos at the homes of com classmates today." She scanned the room and saw no one objecting, "As the group leader, I'll take the lead and film at my place first. To ensure the authenticity of the donation campaign, group members can supervise the video shooting. Who wants to come to my house?" Looking at the time, she added. "Right now, my family's maid is preparing afternoon coffee, so everyone is welcome."

Xanthe scoffed at Berry's seemingly casual bragging.

The others responded enthusiastically, and Berry smiled. "Since everyone wants to go, let's all go together. But will it be inconvenient to visit other classmates' homes afterward?" Xanthe huffed, "My sofa is over twenty meters long; there's plenty of room for everyone!"

Berry gritted her teeth in frustration, thinking, "What a nouveau riche, what's there to be proud of?"

Another commuting classmate also agreed to let everyone visit her home. Finally, only... Yvette, with red-rimmed eyes, bit her lip gently, "My house also welcomes everyone, but... I worry some classmates might not want to come to my home." She didn't name names, but everyone knew who she was referring to, especially after such a big scandal had just broken. They were curious and didn't know what was going on with the Nelson family; rather than completing the task, they were more eager to investigate the gossip. Shakira met Yvette's gaze, her face calm. "I don't mind either."

Without further ado, several cars set off one after another. On the way, Berry called home, and Mrs. Wen personally came out to greet them, warm and friendly, providing a generous welcome. After a light afternoon coffee, they entered Berry's room, and several girls squealed in delight. 'So this is what the White family is like; they're really wealthy! In the city center, even the walk-in closet takes up a whole room! That's so luxurious!' Berry filmed a video while packing a small bag of old designer items, and then they hurried on to the next house.

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When they arrived at Xanthe's house, everyone was astonished. There was such a large fountain, and the small garden was about a hundred square meters. The sofa truly was over twenty meters long; fifteen people could sit comfortably with extra- space! The entire house glittered with gold, showcasing wealth beyond compare.

Knowing they were doing charity, Xanthe's mother rolled up her sleeves and gathered two suitcases full of clothes, stuffing them to the brim.

If Xanthe hadn't repeatedly said "that's enough," her mom would have packed another suitcase.

Berry's

expression darkened. 'Xanthe really went all out just to outdo me!'

Afterward, the the group debated whether to visit Yvette or Shakira's home first.

house?"

Someone murmured, "Wait, shouldn't they be living in the same hou

really. Shakira probably doesn't live with the Nelson family; it seems like they don't like her."

"Isn't Shakira with Mr. Lopez? She should have a decent background."

"The Lopez family, the top family in the top five wealthy families-we really can go there?!"

Hearing this, Yvette scoffed internally, 'She's just a maid; what kind of background could she possibly have?! No matter how extravagant the Lopez family is, isn't Shakira still surrounded by shabby old clothes? Mr. Lopez probably wouldn't even let her bring anyone in!' Yvette imagined Shakira's embarrassment and discomfort soon, smiling slightly. "Let's go to my house first; I think Shakira's home needs some preparation. What do you say, Shakira?" Shakira remained unfazed. "Sure, I have no objections."

Yvette was increasingly irritated. 'Shakira, let's see how long you can keep this up!'