Oops! My Real Identity Just Destroyed My Con Artist Boyfriend

eetheart boyfriend, Xander Harris, took me

ising his exceptional

, carrying a knock-off designer b

y older benefactor who accompanied you yesterday supposed to ren

graduation, she shouted loud, "You can't be serious! Are there still

s laughing h

benefactor? Th

Just the son of

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ollege, Xander accompani

approval, and it was time for

, and my dad even specially approved a Maybach for me and had

greet my roommates, concerned that someone might be changi

m door was wide open, y

elt drawn to, a harsh voice sounded from the

woman standing ang

, so I walked over and apologized, "So

inally fixing her gaze on my bag. "Good thing you didn't throw your bag on it. I

off desi

outique, delivered personally by the

ound and creating a rich persona?" She said, flaunting

uck rubbing off on me." With that, she swung her bag on

o keep calm and t

ouldn't take

p my sleeves and grab her hai

live harmoniously with others, as this was the

rdly dealing with that woman's flattery. "Hello, sir. Are you here t

o are pampered. I came by myself. Sir, your outfit is leagues

der's hand, and while pulling it, she delibe

it, recalling Erika's unapologetic disdain

. He took a few steps back reflexively, like a drowning m