Tiffany nodded dotingly. Eric, happy with her words, told Thalia about it after breakfast and then got into the car. Tiffany and Eric went to their respective schools.
Back in her classroom, Tiffany had just moved a drawer when a flood of love letters spilled out! Zoe teased, "Tiffany, you know I've been collecting these for you? I've worked so hard!"
"Then can you help me carry them away?" Tiffany asked.
"You're asking for a beating," Zoe retorted, laughing and dodging Tiffany's outstretched hand. She accidentally bumped into Ged, who was lost in his phone.
Ged, usually quick to scold Zoe, was unusually dull and listless. Zoe asked, "Hey, what's wrong?" She waved her hand in front of his face several times before he snapped back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, nothing," Ged mumbled, then fell silent again. Despite Zoe's attempts to engage him, he remained unresponsive. Tiffany and Zoe exchanged puzzled glances.
Just then, other students filed into the classroom. A whisper circulated: "Did you hear about Ged's father? He was taken from the company this morning."
"Really? Did he do something wrong? Is it serious?"
"I don't know exactly, but the Moody family is probably finished. No one will be able to dominate school anymore because of their family's situation."
Some students pitied Ged; others, harboring past grievances, gloated. Ged looked up, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Shut up!" he roared, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a gloomy anger.
A boy with a grudge against Ged sneered, "It's my mouth. I'll say what I want. What are you going to do?"
This infuriated Ged. He rushed forward, punching the boy to the ground. A fight erupted. The classroom grew even louder, tables and chairs overturned in the chaos.
Zoe, stunned, wanted to intervene, but Tiffany held her back. "Don't go," she said, and Zoe, trusting Tiffany implicitly, calmed her anxiety.
As the fight raged, other students turned on Tiffany. "Didn't Ged call you 'Boss' every day? Why aren't you helping him?" "She's just a timid woman!" they jeered.
Tiffany ignored them. Many students disliked her since the class restructuring, but she didn't bother with them. Walking to the podium, she delivered a single, powerful punch, shattering the thick wooden plank. The sudden, deafening bang silenced the room.
"Isn't it easy to make them stop?" Tiffany asked casually. Everyone’s jaws dropped. The sheer force of her punch—impossible for ordinary students—stunned them into silence. Several students apologized immediately, acknowledging her authority.
Tiffany approached Ged and the boy. "Are you done fighting? Have you vented your anger enough?" she asked calmly.
Ged avoided her gaze, fearing her disappointment. The boy, embarrassed, apologized and fled. The onlookers dispersed.
Tiffany turned to Ged. "What happened to your family?" she asked.
Ged, ashamed, confessed, "My family… they're in crisis. They hid it from me last year. I kept spending money, oblivious… until today, when they came to seize our house and car…" He was on the verge of tears. He felt a deep sense of guilt and self-blame. His friends' reactions were already changing. He worried about his future. Zoe, surprised, didn't know how to comfort him.
More insults followed: "The Moody family owes 200 million dollars!" "How will they pay?" "They won't. We'll give you a few dollars when you're begging on the streets!" Ged's face was bruised; he didn't want to fight, only to ask Tiffany if he was still worthy of her.
Then, he received a text message—a deposit of one hundred million dollars. He knelt, stunned. Before he could process it, Tiffany waved her phone. "Are you still crying?"
Ged, trembling, thought Tiffany had sent the money. He sobbed. "What if… what if I still cry?" Another hundred million dollars arrived. "Are you still crying?"
Ged hugged Tiffany's leg, howling, "Why would I cry with all this money?"
Tiffany nodded. "Isn't it obvious? What's the big deal?"
The boy who had mocked him, pale-faced, checked the message on his phone. He looked at Tiffany in disbelief. "This… this is the money you transferred to him?"
Others crowded around, their eyes widening at the staggering sum. Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Why?" she said calmly, explaining her access to substantial funds and VIP banking services.
The boy shook his head incredulously. "No way! It's impossible!" Even her father, Charlie, wasn’t that rich! Others echoed his disbelief, accusing Tiffany of pretense.
Tiffany remained unfazed. She nonchalantly tapped her phone, initiating a withdrawal of two million dollars, which arrived within minutes. Her application for a Supreme VIP black card triggered a flurry of activity at the nearest bank. Dozens of staff members arrived with suitcases of cash.
Ged, furious at the continued mockery, grabbed his phone. "Shut up! The bank will know if it's true or not!" he snapped. He trusted Tiffany implicitly and felt immense gratitude for her generosity.
The doubters scoffed, only to be silenced by the arrival of more than ten bank employees, led by Mike's uncle, Lucas Pitt, a high-ranking executive. Lucas, pressed for time, immediately sought out Tiffany.
Mike, mocking Tiffany's wealth, was promptly slapped by his uncle, who then profusely apologized to Tiffany for his nephew’s insolence.
The bank employees opened their suitcases, revealing stacks of cash—200 million dollars, plus the two million Tiffany had withdrawn. The crowd was dumbfounded. The reality of Tiffany's wealth hit them. They bowed and apologized, humbled by her immense power and wealth. Even Mike paled. The principal, alerted by the commotion, also arrived and witnessed the scene.
Tiffany calmly told the principal about an upcoming school event and that she would be providing two million dollars in funding. The chapter ends with an emphasis on her immeasurable wealth and power.