Three Systems Made the Fake Heiress Unstoppable

The next day, quite a scene unfolded at the university. Men and women, some in police uniforms and others in civilian clothes, walked through the campus, asking for directions along the way.

"Excuse me, which class is Chloe York in?"

"We know! Follow us!" The student they asked was especially excited and offered to lead the way.

"Thank you!"

Along the way, the students couldn’t help but notice the police and civilians. It was a formidable group of over a dozen people marching grandly through the school, leaving many onlookers puzzled.

"Why are the police here?"

"I heard they’re here to thank Chloe York."

"It must be about the bar incident. I can’t believe we have such an amazing student in our school! I feel so lucky to go to the same school as her!"

"You can say that again. Plus, she’s the top scorer of the college entrance exam."

"Wait, what happened?" asked another student who didn’t follow online news and had no idea what was going on.

Unknowingly, the procession grew larger. Students could be seen everywhere, and people were looking out from every floor. A huge crowd of students ended up trailing grandly behind the group. They soon arrived at the classroom where Chloe York was currently having a lesson. At this moment, Chloe was paying close attention to the lecture.

The students in the classroom heard the commotion and looked toward the door. The professor also noticed, stopped the lecture, and looked over. Seeing the police, the professor’s expression shifted slightly. "What’s going on here?"

"Professor, there are police officers and parents here for Chloe York. They said they want to thank her," the student who led the way explained.

Hearing this, the students in the classroom began whispering among themselves, their gazes frequently landing on Chloe. Realizing they were looking for her, Chloe set her book down and looked at the crowd by the door.

The police officer led the parents into the classroom. He walked up to the podium, nodded slightly to the professor in greeting, and then looked at the entire class. His voice was loud yet gentle as he spoke. "Teachers and students, I apologize for interrupting your class. We are here today specifically to thank a student from this class, Chloe York."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the entire class unanimously darted toward Chloe. Chloe hadn’t expected such a massive spectacle. Her cheeks instantly flushed red; this was the definition of social death.

"Chloe, hurry, stand up!" Wendy Winters pulled Chloe to her feet and shouted, "Officers, Chloe is right here!"

With Wendy’s loud announcement, the parents and police immediately locked onto Chloe’s figure. The parents following behind the police quickly walked toward her.

The young woman walking at the very front tightly gripped the corner of a silk pennant. Her voice choked with emotion. "Chloe, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, we truly wouldn’t have known what to do. That bad man was always at large, and us girls who were bullied by him lived in fear every single day."

A middle-aged parent beside her quickly stepped forward as well, his tone filled with gratitude and heartache. "That’s right, young lady. My daughter was bullied by him too. Because he had videos of her, she never dared to tell us. As parents, we had no idea. It was only after you caught him and said the videos were destroyed that my daughter finally dared to speak up. If he hadn’t been caught, I can’t even imagine what would have happened next. You didn’t just save my daughter; you saved our entire family!"

These rescued girls and their parents had learned that it was Chloe who stepped up in the bar to save one of the girls and handed the culprit directly to the police. It was only when the incident made the news that their own daughters confessed to everything. The parents had watched the news at the time and even praised the heroic girl on screen, never expecting that she was the very same savior who rescued their own children. Thus, after asking around to find out her school and class, they made a special trip here with the handling officers to express their gratitude in person.

The young woman held up the pennant and solemnly offered it to Chloe, her eyes brimming with sincere gratitude. "Chloe, this is a small token of appreciation from all of us. You must accept it. You are the one who freed us from fear and brought us justice!"

Seeing their earnest expressions, Chloe hurriedly waved her hands. "You really don’t need to do this. You’re being too polite. I just did what I was supposed to do. Anyone else would have stepped in to help if they saw that situation. This pennant is too precious; I can’t accept it."

Seeing this, the police officer stepped forward, his eyes full of approval. "Chloe, please accept it. This isn’t just a polite gesture; it’s the recognition you deserve.

"Faced with a criminal, you didn’t back down. You fearlessly subdued him, not only protecting the victimized girl but also providing immense help to our police investigation. Thanks to you, we successfully took down someone who had been committing crimes for a long time. Your courageous act of standing up for justice is something everyone should learn from. This pennant represents the gratitude of the victims and validates your righteous actions. You are more than qualified to accept it."

The officer’s speech effectively put Chloe on a high pedestal, while also letting everyone know just how brave she was. Hearing this, the students around them—including those who had been out of the loop—finally understood the whole story. The way they looked at Chloe was instantly filled with admiration. Their quiet whispers gradually turned into waves of awe and praise.

"Oh my god, Chloe is so brave!"

"She wasn’t scared of the bad guy at all. That’s so cool!"

"Now that’s true heroism. It’s so admirable!"

"Haven’t you guys seen the video online? There’s a video of Chloe catching that man in the bar, and she looked totally badass."

"Really? There’s a video online? I’m gonna go watch it!"

At that moment, someone started clapping. From one person, to two, to the entire classroom—applause soon roared through the room. Listening to the clapping, it was clear this was everyone’s acknowledgment of Chloe.

The applause lasted for at least a minute before dying down. The victimized girls and their parents began chiming in to persuade her. "Young lady, please just accept it. This is a token of appreciation from all of us. If you don’t take it, we’ll feel terribly guilty."

Since they had put it like that, it seemed unreasonable to refuse. She reached out and accepted the bright red silk pennant. It felt heavy in her hands. It held their gratitude, their recognition, and most importantly, the glory of justice.

Watching this scene, Officer Leighton spoke up again, his voice ringing loudly to the entire class. "Students, Chloe’s actions are a shining example for all of us. I hope everyone can learn from her, establish a correct sense of right and wrong, and promote the positive energy of acting courageously for justice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause echoed through the classroom once more. The excited students stood up, and the clapping went on endlessly.

Brooke York witnessed this entire sequence of events. Seeing Chloe holding the pennant, the police officers showering her with praise, and the classmates looking at Chloe like she was incredibly badass made Brooke seethe with anger. Once again, Chloe had managed to show off and steal the spotlight.