Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

"Watch who you're talking to, because I think you're the stupid one!""I'm not. In fact, to prove it, I can tell that your dress is a knockoff," I claimed.Lisbeth finished her speech at just the right moment, and the crowd erupted into applause. I joined in.The woman, however, was pouting. She looked down at her dress and muttered, "How could this be a knockoff? I spent a lot of money and pulled a lot of strings to get it!"Her friends were just as stunned. "Did someone scam you?""No way! I've always bought from this seller. She knows a lot of top designers and tailors—she can always get her hands on high fashion and branded wear!" the woman insisted.Then she turned back to me with a glare. "How dare you accuse me of wearing bootlegs? You're projecting, aren't you? In fact, yours aren't even branded!"I smirked and pulled up an image on my phone. "This is the real dress. This photo was taken live at the fashion show where it debuted."Look at it, girl. The color and pattern

Brenda was too impatient. Her dress was starting to fray as she tried to pull away non-stop.The other young women rushed toward them, intending to help but only making things worse."What the hell is with your dress?! It should be illegal!" Brenda snapped."Me? You're the one who bumped into me!""Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for your stupid dress!""At least, my stupid dress isn't a knockoff! You're the one who's been embarrassing yourself since you put yours on!"The two were getting closer to starting a brawl, so I stepped in. "Enough, let me handle this."Man, I would have paid to watch a catfight if this were not happening at Lisbeth's birthday party. The other young women stepped away so I could examine it more closely.And the funniest part? It was the simplest tangled string imaginable. All they had to do was move closer and pull the strands off the flowers quickly. Oh my God. These women wasted so much brainpower trying to be the prettiest or the mos

Soren pointed toward a direction. "The balcony. There are fewer people there."I looked at him, slightly slack-jawed. "Don't you need to, uh, host the guests?""Aren't you a guest?"My cheeks flushed as I followed him to the first-floor balcony.The night breeze was cool, carrying with it the fresh scent of pines and the forest.The question resurfaced in my mind."Mr. Kenway—""Taylor—"We paused, realizing we had spoken simultaneously, and laughed."You first," he said.I pressed my lips together to steady my quickening heartbeat. "I really want to know: have you known me before this? Have you been trying to approach me?"He seemed to swallow hard. His mesmerizing eyes were fixed on my face.After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Don't you remember me at all, Taylor?"I was stunned. "Er… Have we met before?"I searched my memories as hard as I could, but his face—or anyone who resembled him—didn't appear in any of them.He noticed the confusion on my face and fla

I gesticulated slightly, unable to voice my thoughts aloud.I wanted to ask, "Why didn't you ever show up in my life again, despite wanting to meet me all these years? Why only start now?"He seemed to understand. "I only stayed in Schansey for three years. Grandpa was transferred to another base, so I followed him elsewhere. I didn't even expect us to see each other again someday.""When did we see each other again?" I asked, confused."When you were studying at the university.""Huh?! I was at the National Academy! Were you also a graduate?""Mm-hmm."We were alumni! The National Academy was located right here in Metropolis, one of the top five universities in the country—though its fashion design program was notoriously lackluster. At the time, I had chosen the university for one reason only: Edward. He was a third-year student there.I had liked him for so long. I followed him there, and a year after I enrolled, we were in a relationship.Soren said, "I was doing my re

"Was that how you learned to cook?" I asked, recalling the food he had made."Think nothing of it," Soren replied quietly.All of my questions had been answered. I felt great—upbeat.Soren noticed, too, because a smile spread across his face. "You don't still think we're being nice to you because we want your blood and organs, do you?"I blushed. "Come on, don't bring that up! Sorry.""Nah, all you needed was some explanation. I didn't say anything back then because I figured you'd forgotten about it. Besides, you were 'married' to someone else. "If we'd suddenly started being overly nice, it might have caused you more trouble than help. Your then-partner and his family could have given you grief," Soren elaborated.Aww! He was as considerate as ever."Who would have expected things to go sideways like that? Your wedding was canceled, and troubles just kept piling up. I told my family we had to help you out in a time like this. Fast forward, and here we are."I was moved beyo