Pierce left in the Maybach that had come to pick him up, while the tow truck took away the damaged sports car. 

The hood of my car was bent, and one of the headlights was shattered. 

“I just got this car yesterday, and you’ve pretty much ruined it. What are you going to do about that?” I asked. 

Quincey didn’t even acknowledge me. The moment we arrived home, she immediately latched onto Joshua’s arm, claiming I was making things hard for her. 

Joshua Scott was my father. He patted Quincey affectionately and asked me to handle it myself. “You’re really arguing with Quincey over something this trivial? You’re her sister.” 

Quincey insisted on driving that morning, even though she didn’t have a license. She had failed the driving test five times. 

Joshua, worried about her safety, insisted I go with her. 

At this moment, my stepmother, Selene Westbrook, came out of the kitchen holding a fruit platter, but there were only three forks on it. 

They all happily ate the fruits, acting like I wasn’t even there. 

“Pierce looked at me without even blinking. I thought the so-called prince of the upper crust would be tough to seduce, but he’s just like the rest of those guys,” Quincey said smugly and pulled out her phone to show off Pierce’s Instagram account. 

“Once Quincey marries Pierce, we’ll be in-laws with the Holden family.” Selene clapped her hands, and Joshua joined in, dreaming of a bright future. 

Then, Quincey suddenly changed the subject while offering a piece of peach to Joshua. “Dad, I still owe 300 thousand dollars for the training program.” 

Joshua frowned and didn’t respond immediately. 

Our family relied on the old street stores to make a living, but with the new city planning bypassing the area, business had been bad. 

That so-called socialite training program charged 500 thousand dollars per person, promising to help its students cross class lines and marry into wealth. 

Quincey graduated from college three years ago. Instead of working, she had been busy with cosmetic procedures and photo shoots to build her socialite image. 

The previous 200 thousand dollars fee had already drained Joshua’s savings. 

“Joshua, Quincey went to that training program so you could live a better life.” Selene pushed her large gold bangle and said bluntly, “If you can’t even spare this little amount of money, don’t expect to benefit from Quincey’s success later. 

“Besides, someone in this family is still working. A family should help each other out.” She was hinting that I should cover the cost. 

In my previous life, my family went into deep debt for Quincey’s dream of marrying into a wealthy family. Debt collectors caused trouble at my company, leading me to lose my job. 

Besides, it seemed they had no idea about Pierce’s sports car, but they were sure he wouldn’t make Quincey pay for the damages. 

I wasn’t like them—depending on an empty dream of wealth and status. 

So, before they could say anything, I brought up the idea of moving out. “I’ve already found a place. I’ll officially sever ties with all of you.” 

Selene clicked her tongue, claiming I was jealous and that I couldn’t stand the thought of Quincey becoming a wealthy wife. 

“A woman’s most important asset is a pretty face and marrying a rich man. Yasmine, no matter how jealous you get, it won’t change anything. Do you think you can afford to move out with your salary? You’re ridiculous.” 

Just then, my phone vibrated with a message from a colleague about a sudden meeting. 

I went to my room to gather my documents, ready to head back to the office. 

Quincey commented that I was working for nothing. “You earn only three thousand dollars a month. No matter how hard you work, you’ll never be able to match what I make with a single finger.” 

With an air of superiority, Joshua added, “Yasmine, you’d better start kissing up to Quincey. If she’s happy, she might just buy you a house. You wouldn’t have to rent anymore then.” 

Quincey grinned, clearly waiting for me to submit. 

I gripped the papers in my hand as I looked at all three of them. 

“The Holden family’s money isn’t Quincey’s, but whatever I earn will always be mine. Beauty does have its advantages, but if that’s all you’ve got, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. 

“You should check what kind of car Pierce drove before jumping to conclusions.”