My Brother’s Spot Sparks a Hidden Identity のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Roger smiled brightly, but the words that came out of his mouth were vicious. "So, you see, the final list the school submitted only had one name from start to finish—mine, Roger Smith. No matter how well-prepared he was, what good would it do him?" As soon as he finished, he tore in half, right in front of me, the stack of documents Timothy had poured countless days and nights of effort into. "Matt!" Timothy's voice cracked as he shouted, his eyes instantly reddening. I watched those papers scatter to the ground, fury blazing through me in an instant.I'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this brazenly shameless! "Why you!" My blood surged, the veins at my temples throbbing. "What about me?" Roger sneered, grinding the shredded papers beneath his shoe, satisfaction written all over his face. "Unhappy about it? Then, tell your mom to donate a building to the school too! Oh, wait—I forgot. People like you could never afford that!" My temples throbbed harder; I c

The man's sharp features radiated shrewdness and a hint of vulgar arrogance. "Roger! My precious son! Who bullied you?!" The moment he entered, he rushed to Roger's side, frantically checking him up and down as if his boy had just suffered some earth-shattering injustice. Seeing his protector arrive, Roger immediately pointed at my brother and me, crying foul with exaggerated indignation. "Dad! It's them! Timothy tried to steal my exchange student spot, and his brother backed him up—he even said our Smith family doesn't play by the rules!" The man's eyes widened at that, his voice booming with outrage. "Outrageous! In Ardenford, and someone dares to accuse the Smith family of being unfair?" He looked me over from head to toe, his tone dripping with disdain. "It's your family's honor that my son has his sights on that spot. "My son set his sights on that spot—that should be your family's honor! Do you even know who we are? The Smith is at the top of the pinnacle. As for you?

"I've seen plenty of people like you who'd do anything to climb the social ladder—even making up fake family ties—I've seen plenty like you. Absolutely disgraceful!" Christine arched an eyebrow. "You look young. I'm guessing you work for some company? Being this obsessive won't do your career any favors, you know. I still have some influence in Ardenford. Cross me, and I'll ensure that you'll never be hired again." She actually tried to threaten me with her so-called power. How ridiculous. The authority she was so proud of was nothing but an illusion—one gifted to her by my father. Granger and Roger were smirking in triumph. "Did you hear that?" Roger jeered, pointing a finger right at my nose, laughing so hard he nearly bent over. "My mom said it herself—she doesn't even know you two! You're frauds! Impostors! Pretending to be part of the Smith family? You're shameless! Granger immediately straightened up. "Mr. Winters! Why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear m

The moment my father mentioned his name, Mr. Winters' knees nearly gave out beneath him. He clutched the edge of his desk for support, his face contorted into something worse than a sob. "Y-You're here, M-Mr. Mace?" Everyone in the school knew about the mysterious "Mace Foundation"—the institution behind its largest anonymous donation and continuous financial backing. However, the founder, Mr. Elias Mace, was a near-mythical figure, a name whispered about but never seen. Mr. Winters had never imagined that the man himself would appear in his office — and worse, that he'd just helped a bunch of impostors bully this man's real sons. My father didn't even glance at his trembling figure. He walked straight toward Christine, whose face had drained of all color. "Christine," he said evenly. "I need an explanation." Her mouth opened, but no words came out.Cold sweat slid down her temples, soaking the edge of her immaculate makeup.Her whole body shook. Then, before everyone's

"No! Don't!" Roger let out a panicked scream. He stumbled toward Christine, tears streaming down his face as he begged, "Mom! Say something! Didn't you donate a whole building to the school? They can't expel me!" Christine could barely protect herself now, though. She had no strength left to care about anyone else. Mr. Lynch's fury ignited again when he heard the words "donated a building". Pointing at Christine, he hastily turned to explain to my father, "Mr. Mace, please let me clarify! That donation was made in Aureon Tech's name. We thought it was done with your approval! We had no idea there was such a mess behind it!" "I understand now." My father's tone was utterly calm—too calm.He looked at Christine. Whatever trace of warmth had once existed in his eyes was gone completely. "Christine," he said evenly, "as of today, you are no longer part of Aureon Tech. Everything under your name that was gifted by the Mace family will be reclaimed—every cent of it. "Meet me a