The day my billionaire parents came looking for me, I was gutting fish at the market.
After they took me home, the fake heiress spent all day speaking to me in that fake-sweet, passive-aggressive way.
Too bad I’d barely gone to school, so I had no idea what she was talking about.
My real older brother couldn’t stand watching it anymore and gave me a book on how to act like a green tea schemer.
Later, I taught myself the tricks and grinned at the fake heiress.
“Haha, you picked a fight with me? You’ve kicked a cotton ball~”
I sent her straight to the hospital with rage.
