Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 01

Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 01 Strip Them All Together

My family’s housekeeper’s daughter, Yolanda Pauley, stole my custom-made million-dollar gown and showed up at my birthday party wearing it. Just as I was about to have someone strip it off her, a flood of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[This villainess is just jealous that the female lead looks better in it!]

[She looks down on people just because she’s rich! Just wait until the male leads bankrupt her and break her legs. Let’s see how arrogant she is then!]

The next second, my younger brother, Charlie Morton, and my fiancé, Lionel Lambert, appeared at the same time. They pulled Yolanda into their arms and shielded her.

They glared at me and snapped, “All you lost was a dress, but she lost her dignity! What right do you have to bully her like this?”

I let out a cold laugh. “Strip all three of them.”

I wanted them to see what real humiliation looked like.

“Naomi, it’s just a dress. What’s the big deal if Yolanda wears it? Do you really have to be so aggressive?

“Don’t think that targeting her will make me look at you more. I’m telling you, even dressed up, you’re not worth a fraction of her!”

One loud voice after another rang out, making my head pound.

I frowned and looked at the man and woman standing across from me.

They were my fiancé and the daughter of my family’s housekeeper.

The two of them clung tightly to each other, as if I were the villain trying to break up a pair of lovers.

The dress Lionel mentioned was one I had custom-made by a top designer months ago. It cost several million dollars, and I had it made specifically for my entrance at my birthday party.

Yolanda knew exactly how much I loved that dress. More than once, she had whispered in my ear, “Naomi, aren’t we best friends? You have so many pretty outfits. What’s wrong with letting me have this one?”

After I refused, she volunteered to clean the room where the gown was stored. Then she took advantage of a moment when no one was watching. She stole it, put it on, and walked straight into the birthday hall, standing beside Lionel.

Their matching gowns made them look like a perfectly coordinated couple, fitting together seamlessly.

When I heard about it, I stormed over, ready to settle the score with Yolanda.

But Lionel stepped in and shielded her behind him. He kept accusing me, his words repeatedly implying that I was petty and unreasonable.

I sneered and was about to fire back when more comments floated across my vision.

[Here I am, here I am. So this is the villainess? She’s not even that pretty. She reeks of money. How tacky!]

[What does she mean, Yolanda isn’t worthy of it? Our Yolanda is the main character. If she’s not worthy, then who is? It’s just a cheap dress anyway. Only some nouveau riche like her would care so much. She’s just jealous that Yolanda looks better in it!]

[Don’t worry. The male lead is already here, and the second male lead will show up soon! It’s time for them to completely humiliate that villainess!]

[Just wait a little longer. When that vicious woman goes bankrupt, has her legs broken, is thrown under a bridge to beg, and is even assaulted by thugs before finally taking her own life in despair, let’s see if she can still act so arrogantly!]

[Rich people who bully others are the worst. I hate rich people like her the most!]

My silence while reading those comments was taken by Lionel as guilt.

He lifted his chin and spoke even more arrogantly, “Naomi, I’ve told you so many times. Even if you force this engagement on me, you’ll never have my heart!”

With that, he turned back to glance at Yolanda, who was hiding behind him like a frightened deer. His expression softened instantly. “Give her the dress, and I’ll forgive you!”

I couldn’t help but sneer.

My thoughts finally cleared.

So these comments were talking about my future downfall?

Even if I fell into hell, I would crawl my way back for revenge. There was no way I would ever end my life like that.

I waved my hand at the butler, Eden Floyd, beside me. “Taking something without permission is theft. This thief is bold enough to steal from the Morton family.”

Then I continued, “Go check the surveillance footage. Send people to investigate. Before my birthday party officially begins, I want the thief found and an explanation given to all the guests.”

Eden acknowledged the order and left with the bodyguards.

But the comments immediately exploded into chaos.

[Ah! How can she call our precious Yolanda a thief! My sweet girl just hasn’t seen such a beautiful dress before. What’s wrong with trying it on?]

[Exactly! Isn’t Naomi the daughter of the richest family? Why is she making such a big deal out of a single missing dress? So petty and small-minded!]

[Hmph! She’s only acting high and mighty because she’s the heiress of the richest family. Once the second male lead arrives, she’ll be the one kneeling and begging. A daughter can never compare to a son when it comes to inheritance. This villainess won’t get anything in the end. Hurry up and disappear already!]