Chapter 1737

Shelia seemed to want a cue from Debra.

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Shelia stared at her, full of hope. Debra, however, simply popped the cake box open. "I don't do dairy. You guys split it."

Shelia froze, and her face crumpled. "What's wrong? Did I mess up? Sorry. I should've asked what you like."

Debra picked up the bracelet. The diamonds sparkled, but something felt off.

"Cake's a pass," she said. "Cheap cream's not my thing, but you should return my bracelet."

"Cheap cream?" The heiress scowled, ready to trash the cake.

A classmate piped up, skeptical. "You're not the daughter of the Miles family?"

"I never said I was," Shelia mumbled, biting her lip. "But Debra and I are tight. You said it, Debra. We're besties forever."

"Is she really your friend?" a classmate asked, doubting. "You'd hang with someone like her?"

Debra was the class star, with top grades and a bubbly vibe. She was Seamar City's golden girl and the fiancée of the next Potter family leader.

At first, folks cozied up for her status, but her charm won them over. In contrast, Shelia was just a high school student who had popped out of nowhere.

"A few days ago, she saved me in an alley," Debra said, stone-faced. "I paid your tuition already. You shouldn't have swapped my gem."

Shelia squirmed under her stare. Yesterday, Debra was all smiles with her.

"I am poor, but I'd never stoop to stealing," Shelia protested, her tears falling.

That pitiful act worked in high school, but this crowd was made up of upper-crust pros who had seen much of the world. Her cheap tricks were nothing impressive.

"Bet you set up that alley stunt," a classmate sneered. "Debra's too nice. She fell for it. We won't."

Another stepped up to Shelia. "Hand over her birthday present. It's not something you can touch."

Shelia paled, pleading with the guys in class, but one of them smirked, shutting the door.

"Stealing from our class president? You're bold enough."

"No. I didn't steal anything."

Debra sat at her desk, snapping the fake bracelet apart.

"Give back my stuff," she said. "Or pick up these rhinestones and swallow them."