The Pauper for The Princess

The girl behind him seemed to be familiar.

Lillianna was dressed in a gorgeous dress, holding his arm.

The crowd flattered them, and they were at such a high place that I could never touch.

I hastily bowed my head to apologize. In front of my eyes appeared to be her fine-heeled shoes inset with diamonds. "Look, who is she? A miserable poor girl. She smells stinky."

Lillianna covered her nose in disgust and laughed gaily.

I was silent, hanging my head and backing away.

A snap came. My face turned red, burning.

She moved closer to me and grunted coldly, "Where's the manager? How can you let this kind of ungrateful person in? If she steals things, can you afford to pay for it? Fire her now."

Zackary's lips pursed, and he looked at me, slightly stunned.

Lillianna's eyes dyed with envy. She pushed me down and stepped hard on my chest.

Intense sharp pain swept over me. I couldn't stop curling up and trembling, crying.

"Don't look at Zackary. You don't deserve it. Get the hell out of my way." She laughed smugly, her tone full of rage.

Zackary's eyebrows knit slightly. Only for a moment, the heartache in his eyes turned into merciless coldness.

The manager, Peyton, was afraid that I would get hurt and was busy trying to take me away.

Zackary coldly grunted and let Peyton leave, tugging my wrist to pull me up.

"Kiersten, you chased me here for money?"

Only then did Lillianna pretend to exclaim, wiping my face clean with a tissue.

"What? How come it's Kiersten? You're the young lady of the Dixon family. Do you still need to condescend to work in the hotel?"

When the words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Gazes with malice surrounded me.

"So it's Ms. Dixon. She abandoned Mr. Dixon in spite of his feelings, and now she's reduced to working as a waitress?"

"Poor thing, she deserves it."

"She reaps what she sows."

I didn't know who pushed me toward Zackary. He instinctively reached out but suddenly took a step back.

My body fell uncontrollably into the corner of the table, coming along with severe pain.

Blood and tears flowed out together, but I became numb.

I tried to leave without saying a word. Zackary blocked in front of me and looked down at me.

"Don't you want money? Lillianna is allergic and can't drink, so you'll help her drink."

He dragged me into the private room and had three boxes of wine stacked all over the table.

"Thirty thousand dollars a bottle, I'll give you as much as you drink."

Lillianna pushed the bottle in front of me.

"Drink it. Don't try to fool us."

I ignored her and stared at Zackary's gloomy face, laughing lightly.

"You really want me to drink?"

He looked slightly stunned and froze in shock.