Imposter’s Blues のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

There was a new employee in the company. On her first day, she posted a photo in the group chat. It was a purchase contract for a mansion worth 500 million.The group exploded in an instant. “Oh my God! A 500-million-dollar contract? Am I seeing this right?”Grace Wayland quickly deleted the photo and apologized, “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and sent it to the wrong group by mistake.”Afterward, she sent out several emojis to indicate how sorry she was. “I’ll make sure to be more careful next time.”She concluded with a pitiful meme. From that moment, everyone in the company knew who Grace was.“Is that the villa by Lake Philips?”“My goodness! So this is what a 500-million-dollar contract looks like.”“Rumor has it that President Mayford bought his daughter a house today—right by Lake Philips.”“Could Grace be President Mayford’s daughter?”“There aren’t many rich families in Heronville. It can’t just be a coincidence.”“Five hundred million! That’s enough to work like

“In the afternoon, we're going back to my parents’ home. You promised me last week that we’d celebrate the holiday with my family.” I handed Max the freshly ironed suit.Max stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie. "Did I promise you that?" Without another word, he left the house.My parents lived in a remote area with limited transportation. You would have to walk to most places. The housekeeper, who had been monitoring activity at the base of the hill, arrived with a convoy of luxury cars to pick me up.Goldenrod Manor was the most valuable real estate in the city, often rumored to be a priceless century-old estate. In truth, it belonged to my family.I had originally planned to reveal my true identity to Max today, but clearly, he didn't deserve it.A notification popped up on my phone. Grace, the new colleague from last week, had updated her social media.In her photo, Grace strutted confidently in luxury designer attire while my husband trailed behind her, laden with sho

Unable to reach me and unable to scrape together a single penny, Max stood there helplessly as the restaurant manager prepared to call the police.“Wait! I brought the wrong card today. I’m not dining and dashing! You see that car outside? I’ll leave it as collateral and come back tomorrow to settle the bill,” Max hastily offered.When the restaurant manager glanced at the car parked outside, a faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips. “And how can you prove that the car belongs to you?”“Enough of this nonsense. Don’t you recognize who I am?” Clutching her designer bag, Grace raised her chin arrogantly at the manager.“Open your eyes and take a good look. This is Grace Wayland, the heiress of the Mayford Group,” a sycophantic coworker beside her boasted.“As far as I know,” the manager replied coolly, “The Mayford Group heiress is surnamed Mayford, not—”“What would someone running a mere restaurant know about anything?” Grace snapped, cutting him off. “This is just a small exp

“Emily, since I was the one who brought up the divorce first, I won’t ask for the downtown apartment,” Max spoke with a haughty, condescending air as if he were doing me a favor."What do you want, then?" I hadn’t even settled the score about the emerald bracelet he had stolen, and now he dared to covet my property—a house he hadn’t spent a single cent on."Five years of marriage—that’s a long time. The custom blue Santana isn’t too much to ask for, is it?"His words made me laugh out loud. He was truly delusional."Sure," I said, smirking. "Kneel and beg, and I’ll give it to you." My tone was lofty, the gap between us insurmountable."Emily, don’t push it! I’m being generous with you." Max’s face twisted in rage as he shouted, attracting the attention of passersby.I stepped back, distancing myself from his tantrum. From a distance, I spotted a sleek, imposing motorcade of black luxury cars heading toward us. Leading the convoy was an especially striking, high-end black car.Th

Grace's voice was sharp, and everyone turned to look in her direction."How could it not be possible?" Grace forced a smile, allowing her colleagues to pull her in for a photo. Soon, the pale yellow hem of her dress was scuffed, with black and white marks. Max held up his glass among the shareholders, flattering and agreeing with them. Grace’s expression turned dark.The shareholders' gazes shifted between Grace and Max, then revealed an expression of subtle meaning.Suddenly, the lights in the venue dimmed before a spotlight illuminated the center of the conference hall. Mr. Mayford's proxy lawyer slowly walked out holding a contract.“I’m really about to witness history!”The colleagues whispered excitedly behind, unable to hide their enthusiasm.The lawyer opened the contract and read aloud, “Mr. Leon Mayford has transferred all his shares to his only daughter, Emily Mayford.”At these words, the venue instantly fell silent.“Emily? Who did you say? How could it be Emily?!”