Chapter 1

"If you don't believe me, I'll test him for you later so you can see through that gold digger sooner rather than later!"

After I ended the call, I heard Tyson Hatch's confident voice fill the private room. Solana Charvet was sitting there, nodding at him with complete trust in her eyes.

I was keen to see just how Tyson planned to test me—a bona fide, wealthy heir.

When I pushed the door open, Tyson was holding my bag, thoroughly inspecting it.

"Young men like you should really stop comparing yourselves with others. The first step toward being a fake heir is deliberately packaging yourself as a real one.

"This bag of yours… You rented it, didn't you?"

I almost laughed out loud.

That was a limited-edition piece I had bought directly from the boutique. I spent 30,000 dollars in one go to buy this bag.

Seeing me stay silent, Tyson thought he'd hit a nerve. He looked at me with a knowing expression, then his gaze shifted to my watch.

"Mind if I take a look at your watch? Don't get me wrong. I'm just worried you got scammed and spent real money on a fake. After all, this bag is already fake…"

Solana looked at me with growing suspicion.

"Ty is just looking out for you. Show it to him," she demanded.

This watch was a gift my eldest sister had given me last month. Every watch in her collection was worth over a million dollars.

If Tyson found this watch to be fake, the only fake one here would be this "fraud buster".

I took off the watch and handed it to him, my smile faint.

"Sure. This is a limited-edition watch, though, so be careful not to misidentify it."

Tyson eagerly took the watch and examined it carefully, and I clearly caught a flash of jealousy in his eyes.

It was obvious he had already identified that the watch was genuine, yet he still said, "Goodness, Solana, your boyfriend is trying to pass this off as a limited-edition piece to fool us. In reality, it's just a fake.

"You're just a young man from an average family with an average job. Why even buy these fake luxury items to put on a front? Or do you think you can use these fakes to get yourself a rich lady and get her money?"

The condescension in his tone was unmistakable.

In an instant, the way everyone at the table looked at me changed from initial admiration to something completely different.

Solana stared at me with utter disdain, her voice sharp with repulsion.

"Why are you so shallow? I really thought you were different! It turns out you're all just after my money!"