Olivia gave ba /bslight nod in acknowledgment.

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“Ms. Summers, my apologies for what you’ve endured,” Beau said gravely before turning ba /bbsharp /bre on Elena. “Ms. Summers is my honored guestb. /bInsulting her is an insult to me.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs, shocked that Olivia couldmand such high–level connections.

Elena’s bface /bdrained of color. She stood thereb, /bstunned, unable to process what was happening.

Olivia rubbed her temples, her voice cool and detached. “Beau, does just anyone get to walk in here now?”

Beau stiffened, his bface /bpaling. “My deepest apologies. This oversight won’t happen again.”

“Olivia,” Elena shrieked, still in denial. “You think you’re untouchable just because you’vetched onto Mr. White? You’re nothing without a man-”

Before she could finish, Beau’s footshed out, sending her crashing to the ground. “You insolent fool, how dare you speak to Ms. Summers that way?”

Elena clutched her stomach, gasping in shock.

Beau straightened his suit, looking down at her like she was trash. “Do you even realize who you’re dealing with? One word from Ms. Summers, and the WorldAid Charity Foundation will have a new director.”

The crowd went wild.

“Who has that kind of power over the foundation? Who the hell is she?” someone whispered.

“I heard the rule. The biggest donor calls the shots. The foundation handles billions. Is she the real backer?”

“But isn’t Olivia just some charity case the Sherman family took in? Where’d she get that kind of money?”

Nearby, Cheryl stood frozen, her face twisted in disbelief. “This isn’t how things are supposed to go. ording to the book, Olivia should have been exposed for fraud by now, left homeless and wandering the streets of Hirica.

‘Instead, my donations are about to go public, catapulting her to fame as the nation’s top phnthropist. How has Olivia be someone who could shake the entire foundation with a single word?‘

Beau’s voice cut through the murmurs like a de. “Ms. Summers isn’t just any member. She holds an SSS+ tier with absolute authority and exclusive privileges.”

The WorldAid Charity Foundation’s auction tiers were no secret. A–level got you in the door. S–level unlocked the VIP section. But SSS+ was reserved for legends. In all of Hirica and maybe the entire country, only Andrew Shea had ever held that rank.

Yet now, Olivia, the same girl dismissed as a penniless charity bcase/bb, /bstood among them, wielding that impossible status.

Elena’s smirk faltered as the realization hit her. Panic flickered in her eyes, but pride kept her from backing down. “Beau, how much did she pay you?” she sneered, voice shrill. “Everyone knows Andrew Shea is the only SSS+ member. You expect me to believe this nobody qualifiesb?/bb” /b

Beau shot her a “stop talking before you make it worse” re. She ignored it.

Olivia hadn’t even bothered to argue. Instead, she tapped her phone once. A massive screen flickered to life behind her,

b1/3 /b

b8:50 /bbpm /b

disying a glowing SSS+ membership certificate with her name etched in bold.

“Elena,” Olivia said, voice dripping with amusement. “Eyes working?b” /b

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Elena staggered back like she’d been pped. “This–this is impossible. What the hell bhas /bshe been doing all these years?‘

Beau didn’t wait for her to recover. “What now? As Ms. Summers said, expel her from the foundation. Permanently. And cklist her from all events in Hirica.”

He turned to Olivia, deference in his tone. “Unless you’d prefer another punishment, Ms. Summersb?/bb” /b

Elena’s legs gave out. Just minutes ago, she’d been the darling of Hirica’s elite, basking in admiration. bNow/b, she bwas /bnothing.

Cheryl stared at Olivia’s face, her fear growing by the second. But she couldn’t just stand there. She had to do something. If she didn’t protect Elena, the Sherman family’s reputation would be destroyed.

With tears welling in her eyes, Cheryl rushed forward and bowed deeply. “Olivia, please… Elena didn’t mean any harm. Can’t you let this go, just this once? We were all family, after all.” Her trembling voice and pitiful expression tugged at the hearts of everyone watching.

But in the shadows, Cheryl allowed herself a small, smug smirk. ying the victim always worked, and people couldn’t resist feeling sorry for her. It was one of the perks of being a transmigrator, her own little cheat code.

Olivia, however, wasn’t fooled. She pulled out a chair, crossed her legs, and leaned back, scrolling through her phone with an unreadable expression.

“So,” Olivia said casually, “I hear Ms. Sherman is quite the phnthropist?”

Beau, eager to please, jumped in. “Oh yes. She’s donated 10 million. She’s a real humanitarian. Word is she might even take over the WorldAid Charity Foundation soon.” He lowered his voice, leaning closer. “Maybe we should… go easy on her this time?b” /b

Olivia shot him a look. “Beau, shut up.” He immediately mped his mouth shut.

“10 million dors,” Olivia mused, her voice cool and steady. “That’s impressive.”

Elena, still defiant, sneered. “That’s right. So you’d better let me go, or I’ll cut off everyst donation.”

Olivia smiled, soft, sweet, and utterly terrifying. Anyone who knew her recognized that look. ‘Looks like I’ve been too lenienttely, letting frauds like this operate under WorldAid’s name.‘

“Funny thing,” Olivia said, tapping her phone. The screen lit up with rows of transaction records. On one side were Elena’s ims about making massive donations totaling 10 million dors. On the other side was the truth, showing she had barely donated one hundred dors.

The crowd erupted in gasps. No one could believe the beloved phnthropist Elena was actually a fraud, and such a tant one bat /bthat,

“Ms. Sherman, is this breal/bb?/bb” /b

“You bragged about ten million, but it was just pocket change? Come on, at least do some real donation.”

Elena’s legs gave out. She copsed to the floor, bface /bwhite. “It’s over…” she whispered.

Her perfectb, /bcharitable image bwas /bgone in an instant.

b8:50 /bbpm /b

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The victory was undeniably Olivia’s when her SSS+ membership came to light. The crowd didn’t know her exact background, but they knew power when they saw it. In an instant, the room turned in her favor.

“Ms. Sherman, shouldn’t you apologize to herb?/b” someone called out.

“Yeah, bweren’t /byou just saying you’d make her beg? What happened to that bravery?”

“Quit stalling and get on with it.”