Chapter 313

“Ow, ow, ow, my fingers are gonna break!” Lemifa was twisting Susanna’s fingers with such force that Evelina dashed over.

“Let go of her, Lemira, would you? Everyone’s watching!” Evelina exclaimed urgently.

“It’s Susanna who started it, and everyone’s watching that too,” Lemira retorted before finally releasing her grip, causing Susanna to fall face-first into the dirt.

Evelina rushed to help Susanna up. “Are you okay?”

Susanna screamed hysterically, “What are you waiting for? Twist that bumpkin’s fingers for me!”

“I’d like to see you try!” Ian stepped forward with authority, glaring at Susanna. “Ms. Sinclair, you’re causing trouble in broad daylight. Want to end up in detention again?”

Seeing Lucian appear, Evelina suddenly became tense.

“And who might you be? Lemira’s boyfriend?” Susanna sneered coldly.

“Watch your mouth. Lemira is my sister.”

“Lemira’s an orphan. Since when does she have a brother!”

Lucian responded firmly, “Lemira is no orphan. She’s the real heiress of the Langston Group, always modest, never boasting about it.”

Susanna looked astonished. “But wasn’t Evelina the Langston heiress? How did it become Lemira?”

Glancing at Evelina, Susanna noticed her claim to fame being questioned. Evelina was struggling to maintain her composure.

“Let’s talk this over downstairs, Lucian, with so many eyes on us,” Evelina suggested quickly, desperate to keep her adopted status under wraps. If it got out, how could she ever face her peers again?

“Evelina is just the adopted daughter, the driver’s girl. Lemira is my true sister!” Lucian clarified, shattering Evelina’s facade.

Evelina’s face went pale at his words. That’s a disaster. How could she hold her head high in business school now?

Susanna, too, was taken aback. Lemira wasn’t some country bumpkin but a genuine heiress?

“Why is the driver’s daughter attending business school instead of Lemira then?” Susanna couldn’t help asking, feeling uneasy.

“Lemira was supposed to attend, but she’s so brilliant she got into Orvin University on her own merits,” Lucian explained, silencing the crowd.

Whispers spread fast.

“My God, Lemira’s the real heiress? And to think we’ve been duped by a chauffeur’s daughter parading as such. How ludicrous.”

“Yeah, flaunting a stolen identity, and so loudly at that. Ridiculous.”

Evelina, overwhelmed by shame and the crowd’s judgment, tearfully looked at Lucian. “Why… Why did you have to expose me like this?”

But Lucian didn’t spare her a glance, focusing instead on Lemira. “Lemmy, I’ve made many mistakes, and I know I’ve hurt you. I don’t expect forgiveness; I just want to make things right and protect you.”

Lemira remained calm. “Did you ever ask if I wanted you to do this?”

“I saw you being bullied and wanted to clear up your status!”

“You never asked what I needed, assuming your actions were some grand gesture of compensation. But in the end, you’ve only pleased yourself.”

Lemira hadn’t wanted anyone to know about her connection to the Langston family. But Lucian, in his effort to protect her, had publicly declared their relationship, insisting it was to save her from bullying by revealing her true status as an heiress.

Lucian was momentarily flustered. “That wasn’t my intention.” He genuinely wanted to do something right.

Lemira grabbed the microphone, addressing the crowd. “I was once part of the Langston family, but not anymore. My true fans know I’ve had a falling out with them. Let me clarify once and for all, I have no ties to the Langston family!”