As soon as the words left my mouth, the paparazzi swarmed us, the flashes of their cameras nearly blinding everyone in sight. The reporters immediately bombarded me with questions, thrusting their microphones forward aggressively. 

“Rissa! Is it true that you’re the long-lost heiress of the Holmes family?” one reporter shouted. 

Another demanded, “Did you storm in here today because you’re angry at Nancy for stealing your position?” 

“This hot temper of yours doesn’t match your usual sweet public image, does it?” 

The sharp questions hit me like bullets, and I felt myself drowning in their relentless assault. In my previous life, I had meekly submitted to Nancy Holmes, letting her take what should have been my rightful place in the Holmes family. 

Yet, she had not only stepped on me to rise to power but continuously spread rumors about my supposedly scandalous personal life. In the end, I ended up dying from depression due to cyberbullying. 

Nonetheless, now that I had been reborn, I refused to be anyone’s stepping stone. Nancy stood there, stunned for several minutes by my confrontational attitude. 

I walked past her, wanting to ignore her presence. However, she grabbed me and blocked my path.