A Tale of Real Rich Girl's Exposing Fakes

My elder brother is a national heartthrob, my boyfriend is incredibly wealthy, and my dad is a company owner, yet I was ridiculed by them, "Do you come to work wearing your grandma's clothes?"

"Are you drinking water from your grandma's thermos?" "Is that bag you're carrying actually a trash bag?"

1

I moved to the city to intern at my dad's company. That day, I wore a custom-made floral dress, only to be met with laughter from my colleagues, "Did you come to work wearing your grandma's clothes?"

What? I was puzzled.

This is clearly this year's new trend. But with a mouth ulcer, I couldn't be bothered to argue with them.

I joined as a design assistant in the design department. All the young colleagues dressed impeccably, but Zoie particularly caught my attention.

Almost everyone gathered around her limited edition LV bag, showering it with praise, "Wow, Miss Murphy, this bag is so expensive! It's going for half a million online!"

What a coincidence, I bought that limited edition bag as soon as I returned to the country.

The sales assistant told me it was the only one in all of Asia, and I had already secured it.

So where did Zoie's bag come from?

Under the light, the bag's metal zipper faintly revealed a string of English letters-SH.

Isn't that the name abbreviation I paid extra to have engraved?

So I tentatively asked, "Which family is Zoie from?"

Everyone was momentarily stunned, then they mocked me, "Who else could it be? She's the company owner's daughter!"

"Don't pay attention to Sabrina, that bumpkin. She's a country girl with no sense of propriety..."

2

It's true my dad owns the company, but since when did I have a sister with a different surname?

Could it be that my dad had an affair? But he comes home every day, and his relationship with Mom seems as loving as ever...

I was puzzled, then remembered my identical bag got stained with coffee and was sent for cleaning ten days ago by the housekeeper. It had indeed been a while since I'd seen it.

As I pondered and took my seat, I noticed a Rosewood easel next to Zoie. One corner had a peculiar bite mark, and the side faintly showed a string of English letters-SH.

I recalled that a year ago, Dad did give me a Rosewood easel, which my pet dog chewed up during its teething phase a week ago. I reluctantly asked the housekeeper to store it in the utility room...

But how did the easel I discarded end up with Zoie?

Just as I was lost in thought staring at the easel, the office erupted in excitement, "Adrian is back in the country! He's holding a concert in Gachoyla this Friday night!"

"My national heartthrob is finally back. I need to book tickets right away!"

I was taken aback because my brother is also named Adrian.

"Adrian-who's that?" I asked tentatively.

I remembered my brother took two million to Iostaidal two years ago, vowing to make a name for himself abroad and return to Gachoyla in glory.

"Of course, he's the national heartthrob, who became a sensation in Iostaidal last year. He's both handsome and talented!"

"I heard he's from Gachoyla, and he's returning to develop his career here."

"Bumpkin, is there no internet access in your rural home?"

My question once again drew their ridicule.

I had just returned from the countryside of Uswaura's Liebkind, where I had no time to follow entertainment news or gossip.

But what intrigued me more was, had my brother really become a celebrity?

At this moment, a colleague named Mina turned her computer screen towards me, looking at me with pity and sympathy:

"Look, isn't this Adrian just stunning?"

When I saw the face, I was stunned.

Wasn't that my own brother?

His so-called career breakthrough turned out to be in the entertainment industry!

3

Just then, I received a message on my phone, "I have sent you concert tickets. Are you free to come and cheer for me on Friday?"

Before I could react, Zoie said softly, "To be honest, even though Adrian is far away in Iostaidal, he's been pursuing me for half a year now-"

Her words were like a bombshell, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"Wow, I didn't expect our Miss Murphy to have so many admirers!" "This news could make the front page of entertainment news tomorrow..."

"Will Miss Murphy accept Adrian pursuit?" "Will she attend the concert?"

I was dumbfounded. When did my brother's taste become so peculiar?

"I hope everyone keeps this quiet. Let me treat you all to some milk tea."

When the phone was handed to me, I stared at the screen full of milk tea orders, unsure how to proceed.

"Sabrina, where are you from? Haven't you ever had milk tea?" Zoie noticed my awkwardness, her words laced with sarcasm.

Having spent four years at Liebkind Art University, where takeout was always alcohol, I indeed hadn't had much milk tea. Besides, I had no interest in accepting the gesture from someone as insincere as my potential future sister-in-law.

"I really haven't had it before, probably wouldn't like it. I'll pass, thanks."

"Hahaha, Sabrina hasn't even had milk tea?"

"She might be a relic from the Stone Age..."

4

After the idle chatter, the leader called for a department meeting.

"Before next week's meeting, all assistants here must submit a library architectural design proposal for their respective designers to review."

"Zoie's design is undoubtedly the best! She's a Lumina Arts University graduate, her skills are top-notch."

Did I hear that right?

When my housekeeper applied for the job, she said that her daughter had failed to get into college and that the training fees were so high that she had to take on several jobs to earn tuition.

Could it be that I was wrong about her relationship with the housekeeper?

Then how did my drawing board and LV bag end up with her?

"Bumpkin, which school did you graduate from? Some rural diploma mill?"

"It's a rural university, but not a diploma mill..."

"You are really desperate to save face."

5

I ignored them and started brainstorming the library's exterior design.

Meanwhile, another commotion arose.

It turned out Zoie received a large bouquet of roses, bright red with little lights.

"Zoie, which rich heir is pursuing you this time? Almost forgot today is Valentine's Day, getting gifts early, I'm so envious!"

Zoie feigned indifference, placing the flowers casually on the corner of her desk.

"It's the only son of Gachoyla Real Estate, Alec-"

What? I am confused.

I was shocked again, just as I received a bank notification, "Dear Super VIP customer, your account ending in 0000 has been credited with 500, 000..."

And a Whatsapp message from Alec, "Sabrina, the Valentine's Day gift has been prepared and I'll transfer you some money first. I've booked a restaurant for tonight, I'll pick you up on time."

So, what exactly was the relationship between my boyfriend and Zoie?

6

Before I could think further, my colleagues rushed to the company window to watch the scene.

"Wow! That's a genuine Maybach, thanks to Zoie, it's the first time I've been this close to one..."

"The young master of the Adams Family looks so handsome in a suit, and the big gold watch is so shiny!"

"I heard he's been pursuing Zoie for half a month now, picking her up from work every day in a Maybach. He's so attentive..."

Wait a minute!

Alec Adams has always hated wearing suits and never wears a gold watch.

I quickly pushed through the crowd and looked downstairs- A short, plump man with slicked-back hair was walking slowly towards a Maybach parked by the roadside, his gold watch gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

That figure and outfit were definitely not Alec Adams!

"You bumpkin! Why are you pushing? Right, there are no rich people in the countryside. Are you here to open your eyes?"

"That's the son of Gachoyla's richest man down there.

Only Zoie is lucky enough to have the nation's heartthrob wanting to marry her, and now even the rich heirs are competing for her..." What?

So Zoie not only impersonated me but also deceived my brother and lied about my boyfriend chasing her?

7

"Sabrina, want to grab lunch at the cafeteria?"

During lunch, Mina asked me with a hint of sympathy.

She watched as I deftly pulled out my lunchbox, filled with nothing but greens, not a single piece of meat.

"Save the diet meal for dinner. It's more effective to diet at night."

But I wasn't trying to lose weight; I had eaten too much meat and now had mouth ulcers. Just thinking about the four years of Uswaura beef, top grade caviar, rye bread, salted pork, mutton, large grilled fish... I just feel like vomiting.

Unable to refuse Mina's kindness, I followed her to the company cafeteria, looking around as we went.

Since I had a big dinner planned with my boyfriend that evening, I only picked up a plate of lettuce and stir-fried asparagus.

As I turned, I nearly bumped into Zoie.

"Oh, Sabrina's having a rabbit food feast!"

Zoie mocked me sarcastically, "Keep your tray away from me. If you stain my Dior dress, you'll have to save up for months to pay for it!"

Seeing the crooked English letters and loose threads on her dress, I immediately recognized it as a fake.

"This dress is from three years ago, and the fake version doesn't suit your figure. It's worth at most two hundred and fifty."

"Who are you calling names with your sarcasm?"

Zoie glared at me, but before I could finish speaking, Mina pulled me away.

8

Mina placed a plate of braised pork in front of me, "Eat with me. Just eating vegetables isn't enough; you'll end up malnourished..."

"Everyone's aware of Zoie's supposed connections. It's only your first day of probation; don't mess with her."

What background? The kind that was all hot air?

"Who told you she's the boss's daughter?"

"Isn't our company called Murphy Group? She said it herself, but she's the only one in our department with the surname Murphy."

Good grief. It turns out that she was just boasting.

I almost forgot. Dad named the design company after Mom's surname to show his love.

Zoie's boasting barely even touches the truth.

"She didn't even interview for the designer position; they just arranged for her to start. Isn't that a sign of having connections?" Mina lowered her voice, glancing around before whispering.

I recalled the bald designer from the morning meeting, whose gaze at Zoie was indeed somewhat complicated.

Having connections probably refers to that bald designer.

9

After lunch, I brewed a pot of tea, in my thermos and sat at my computer, focused on drawing.

"Sabrina, are you using your grandma's thermos?"

I looked up to see Zoie eyeing my thermos with amusement, and the office erupted in laughter.

My thermos might be ugly, but it's expensive and keeps things warm.

In many countries, people hadn't usually drunk hot water. Without that thermos, I would have frozen in Liebkind's icy weather, a region notoriously cold.

"Oh, your computer's in bilingual mode. Don't worry, we know everyone here is a college graduate. Who doesn't know a bit of bilingual ?"

I silently stared at the computer screen, being extremely speechless at Zoie's ignorance.

This wasn't bilingual, it was the computer's operating language.

When I corrected her, her eyes shot daggers at me, and her smile froze.

"Oh, your computer-" She ran her hand over my latest Apple computer's casing.

"A knockoff Apple, right? Apple computers don't have touchpads without glowing white lights..."

I glanced at her desk, where a 2010 model was noisily overheating while she worked on it, likely on the verge of breaking down.

"Haven't you checked the official site for the latest model? They've changed the white light design, added a touchpad, and it now uses the M2 chip, with an 8-core CPU, 24GB RAM, and a 2TB SSD."

10

Her face visibly turned livid, struggling to contain her anger.

"The model you mentioned hasn't even been released domestically."

"Sabrina must have bought a fake. How could she afford such an expensive computer?"

Colleagues chimed in, mocking me incessantly.

Because it's already been released in Uswaura...

My ulcers were too painful to argue further.

I took a big sip of tea and continued working on my design.

Until the end of the day, the office was abuzz again.

"Miss murphy, the rich heir is here to is here to court you for Valentine's Day again!"

Outside the company, a large group of female colleagues surrounded the smug Zoie, blocking the road, with a familiar Maybach parked nearby."

"Sabrina, I'm at the entrance." Alec texted me two minutes ago, and at the same time, a man in a suit got out of the driver's seat.

As he walked to the back door, I could vaguely see through the crowd-a short, plump man with slicked-back hair and a gold watch.

Wasn't that Zoie's boyfriend from the afternoon?

He turned to look at the crowd, and I recognized him as the driver my boyfriend hired!

11

I immediately understood the situation. Zoie's so-called rich heir was actually my boyfriend's driver pretending.

"Zoie, I'll pick you up later. I have to meet a client now."

The driver pulled Zoie aside, speaking in a low voice, which I overheard.

"Male or female?" Zoie looked troubled.

"Female-female client. I'll be back in half an hour to spend the holiday with you."

Before they finished, I appeared in Zoie's line of sight, and she quickly switched from shy to haughty, flaunting her LV bag.

"I still have to go shopping with my friends. Pick me up at the mall in half an hour."

The driver nodded repeatedly, and the female colleagues chimed in, "Zoie, we'll go with you..."

Until I walked towards the Maybach under everyone's gaze, the chatter quieted down.

The driver saw me and immediately opened the back door, lowering his voice with a smile, "Miss Holland, please-"

12

Colleagues were dumbfounded, whispering among themselves.

Zoie's once smug expression turned livid, her eyes filled with intense anger.