"You're calling him low-class? And what kind of 'upper-class' are you, exactly?" Earlier, Harold had been blocking Natalie, so Rosalie hadn't even noticed her. But now that Natalie spoke up, Rosalie turned and finally saw that familiar face on the neighboring boat. Rosalie froze for a second, then her eyes went wide. "Natalie?!" There was no way she couldn't recognize Natalie. Natalie's looks hadn't changed at all. While most people around looked starving and rough, she was still dazzling as ever. Rosalie had spent years hiding in the shadows, secretly watching Natalie. As the illegitimate daughter, she was always pushed aside. Whenever she wanted a moment with her father, she had to sneak around and wait forever. As a kid, she couldn't ride on his shoulders at the amusement park like everyone else. When she grew up, she couldn't even go for a drive with him. She couldn't even tell her friends who her father was. Natalie, on the other hand, lived in the spotlight. She was the beautiful daughter adored by her family. Rosalie used to trail behind her like a rat in the gutter, peeking at Natalie's sparkling life. She watched Natalie walk through malls, arm-in-arm with her father, buying loads of pretty dresses. She watched Natalie living in that hillside villa she could only dream of, with a whole floor to herself. She even watched Natalie throw an extravagant 18th birthday party at a five-star hotel. Meanwhile, on Rosalie's 18th birthday, all she got was a bank transfer because her father was off on vacation with Natalie and her mother. If someone asked Rosalie who she hated most, it had to be Natalie. Rosalie stood up, muscles tensed, ready for a fight. "Well, well, my dear sister! It has been a while. Fallen on hard times?" She took off her sunglasses and sized Natalie up and down. "You used to be all in custom designer dresses. Now you're running around in a tracksuit?" Natalie shot Rosalie a look of pure disdain. "Only people who can't afford nice things care so much about what others wear. What? You put on some dresses you've never worn and suddenly think you're a princess?" Before Rosalie could reply, Natalie added, "And by the way, sister? I don't have one. I'm an only child. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. Are you the illegitimate daughter Jacob hides—the one who's barely seen her father in over 20 years?" Natalie had nailed the sore spot. Rosalie trembled with anger. "Hmph! So what if your family is rich?" Then, she seemed to remember something. She covered her mouth and smirked. "But now, your money is mine. Dad wants me, not you!" Natalie didn't even blink, completely unfazed. "What's so special about being treated like a treasure by a piece of trash? "So you know you're spending my money? It's not a big deal. You don't need to thank me. Consider it a little taste of the good life." Rosalie tried to argue back, but she couldn't get anything out. Her anger just kept boiling over. She stomped her foot and yelled at her two bodyguards, "Go tear her mouth apart!" Meanwhile, Olivia and Harold were stunned. Natalie was a rich heiress? And Rosalie was her father's illegitimate daughter? And they'd stolen Natalie's inheritance? It turned out it was the real deal versus the fake. Seeing Rosalie about to attack, they immediately moved behind Natalie, weapons ready. Annoyed that she'd ever envied the fake heiress, Olivia fired a few nails at the two bodyguards. They were skilled, but the cramped space between the boats limited their movements. All they had were a couple of daggers. They couldn't even touch Natalie, and Olivia's shots hit their wrists, making them drop the weapons right away. They tried to leap onto Natalie's boat for some hand-to-hand fighting. But Harold was right behind them, swinging his huge 13-foot harpoon with full force.Try to hurt my idol? You're dead! The inflatable rescue boat was tiny, and the bodyguards had to stick close to Rosalie, leaving them no room to dodge. Harold's harpoon ripped huge holes through them. It was coated with a strong knockout drug. No matter how tough they were, they weren't tougher than a crocodile. In a flash, their eyes rolled back, and they fell into the water unconscious. Rosalie watched her two bodyguards being taken down so easily and clutched the side of the boat, screaming in fury, "Ahhh! What's wrong with you two?!" Olivia calmly reloaded and glared at Rosalie, full of contempt. We handled twenty guys yesterday. Do you think your two men scare us?