In his sleep, he acquired the Book of Time, which could be rewritten to obtain anything. So he wrote himself a fortune worth tens of billions, along with a stunning childhood sweetheart.
The next day, a Lamborghini pulled up outside his home. His wife had arrived.
He bragged that he came from a top-tier wealthy family, and then...
There's nothing in this world that bragging can't solve. And if there is, just tell an even bigger lie, like claiming to be from a thousand-year-old clan or the mastermind controlling the world's underworld.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Author, you can't do this
Let's be crazy, female versions of non-blood sisters, funny