After the Real Heiress Returned Home, the Whole Family Could Hear My Thoughts

The day I was brought back to the wealthy family, my parents gave their family heirloom, a violin worth over a hundred million, to the fake heiress.

Then they tossed me a practice violin.

I laughed inwardly.

[A practice violin? The sound it makes is so awful even dogs would shake their heads.]

They looked at me with disdain, waiting to see this country bumpkin go mad with jealousy.

But then they heard my next thought.

[What's so special about a piece of junk wood? Its sound transmission is so poor it can't even reproduce the sound waves of the most basic infrasound weapon.]

[This is such a pain. I haven't even finished my S-rank classified mission. Why should I waste my time playing pretend heiress with this bunch of idiots?]

[If I don't get back soon, my informants undercover in the Golden Triangle will think I've defected.]