Chapter 2

Samantha clearly loved my reaction, throwing a smug glare at Lily and Mia.

Lily and Mia looked baffled, shooting confused glances my way.

My family was well-off, and I was always generous, using high-end skincare like SK-II and Helena Rubinstein.

By all logic, I wasn't the type to drool over quick cash or act like a beggar.

Ignoring their stares, I rambled on dreamily:

"If I suddenly got a million dollars, I'd buy so many gorgeous designer dresses.

My luxury skincare is almost empty anyway, and I’d stock up on premium sheet masks.

Plus all the scented candles, designer bags, cute shoes, and limited-edition figurines I’ve been eyeing..."

As they listened, their eyes lit up.

Even Lily couldn't help sighing:

"Ugh, now I want to go on a shopping spree too."

Samantha was practically vibrating with excitement, her face flushed red as she kept darting glances at her phone screen.

Right then, I let out a dramatic sigh.

"Too bad... if someone sent it by accident, won't the bank reverse it super fast?"

That snap pulled Samantha out of her trance. Her expression turned frantic as she unlocked her phone, tapping away madly.

Lily offered a sensible warning:

"We don't even know where that money came from. What if they call the cops to get it back?"

"Unlawful possession of stolen property is a felony," Mia chimed in.

Samantha visibly hesitated, instinctively looking back at me.

Since I was the only one hyping her up, she clearly took me as her ally.

I shrugged innocently. "How would I know? After all, I'm not the lucky girl who struck gold."

In my past life, being kind and rational got me murdered. This time, I refused to offer any actual advice.

Still, I had my little traps—I made sure to emphasize the word lucky.

After a long pause, Samantha suddenly burst out laughing.

"Whatever, I can handle this myself.

I haven't even checked who sent it yet. It’s probably from some loaded relative of mine.

Besides, even if it were a mistake, their bank would just recall it automatically. No need to stress."

With that, she strutted out of the dorm with her chin held high.

Once Samantha was out of earshot, Lily frowned.

"Chloe, what's with you today? Why are you backing Samantha up?"

I smiled lightly. "Even if we warned her, do you honestly think she’d listen?"

"Well..."

Lily started to argue, but I cut her off.

"Respect people's choices and drop the savior complex."

Lily and Mia looked at each other and burst into giggles.

Truth be told, they were already sick of Samantha. If I hadn't played peacemaker all the time, they would have kicked her to the curb ages ago.

Mia had already requested a room transfer multiple times.

Seeing that I’d finally opened my eyes, both of them looked thoroughly relieved.

An hour later, Samantha waltzed back in, arms loaded with shopping bags full of snacks.

She even generously tossed each of us a bag of chips.

In the past, she would never bring food into the room—the three of us were her personal pantry.

With her acting so out of character, I figured it out instantly.

She had definitely started spending that money!