Upon hearing that, several girls immediately rushed over and violently tore my clothes off.
I tried my best to protect my clothes while shouting,
"Stop. I am Alan Smith's biological daughter!"
Hearing what I said, they stopped immediately.
Vita stood aside, and her expression became very strange. She squinted at me,
"You said you are my father's biological daughter?"
I replied seriously, "Yes. You are just a substitute he found. If he knew that you hurt me like this, he would never let you go."
I told Vita the truth, thinking that she would stop.
Unexpectedly, they all burst into laughter almost at the same moment.
"This bitch, is she crazy about wanting to be a rich girl?"
"Vita is the most beloved daughter of Mr. Smith. You are just relying on the fact that you look a bit like her. How dare you say that Vita is your substitute?"
"How can you, a plastic surgery girl who sneaked in the villa, have the nerve to say such things?"
Vita curled her lips and revealed a sinister smile.
"I thought you were smart that you could disguise yourself as me and hide here to attract my dad's attention. But I didn't expect you to be such a brainless idiot.
"I've lived in the Smith family for so long, and I don't know my father has a biological daughter. How dare you tell such an outrageous lie?
"If you are really the daughter of my father, how could you live alone in this deserted villa?"
As she spoke, Vita snorted again and ordered her girlfriends,
"Go on, leave nothing behind!"
Hearing that, her girlfriends did not hesitate and violently tore my clothes off again.
Obviously, they didn't know that the reason why this mountaintop villa was deserted was because of this. Because the whole mountain was bought by my father, no one can step into it without his permission, otherwise the end will be very miserable.
Originally, the villa had bodyguards and nannies, but my father was afraid that I would be led astray, so he dismissed everyone.
After imprisoning me, my father never mentioned me to anyone else because he was angry with me.
Unexpectedly, those became their reasons for not believing in my identity.
Seeing my clothes being torn to shreds, I panicked and shouted again,
"I am really Alan Smith's biological daughter. If you don't believe me, call him to ask!"
After hearing what I said, they not only did not stop, but became even more aggressive.