Labeled a Fraud, I Unleash My Fortune

Seeing the disgust on Solana's face, I felt utterly disappointed. Even though she was easily influenced, I thought she at least possessed some basic judgment.

After all, we'd been together for nearly a year, so she surely knew what kind of person I was. Reality, however, decided to pour a bucket of cold water over my head.

I frowned. "Solana, who exactly is your boyfriend here? You so easily believe whatever he says? In that case, I don't see the point of continuing with this dinner anymore."

I stood up, grabbed my bag, and turned to leave. That was when Tyson spoke up again, his smile faint.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Is it because the rental on that sports car downstairs is up, and you're using this as an excuse to return it?"

I had had enough.

"What makes you so sure my car is rented?" I pressed.

While patting Solana's back to calm her, he gave me a fake grin.

"These little tricks of yours are nothing to a fraud buster like me. I can see through them in a second. Lana already told me that you two met in a car accident. Isn't that a classic move used by people pretending to be rich?"

After firing off this string of malicious speculations, he smiled and quickly switched gears.

"Oh, dear. It looks like my professional instincts are acting up again, Lana. You aren't going to doubt your own boyfriend just because of what I said, right?"

Solana grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Ty! Thank you so much for helping me see through this gold digger's real colors!

"What's with that look, Charles? He's just being kind by pointing it out to me! And here I thought you really came from a rich family, but turns out you're just a vain gold digger! You don't deserve me at all!"

I scoffed coldly. Before she could ask to end things, I beat her to it.

"Fine. Let's break up then."

…

At that point, Mom was already waiting for me downstairs. When she saw me coming down alone, she quickly asked me what had happened.

I forced a smile. "It's nothing, Mom. There's no need to go up anymore. Let's just go home."

I had originally planned to reveal to Solana that day my real identity as the son of the wealthiest person in Ralliopolis. By having them meet, Solana's company would also gain a potential ally in the future.

But she herself failed to seize the opportunity.

On the way home, my phone buzzed nonstop with group chat notifications.

I took a look and realized that when Tyson was creating a group chat with Solana and the others, he'd accidentally added me to it too.

He was frantically sharing the results of his analysis of me.

"Lana, he's definitely a fake heir after your money. Did you see how angry he got when I exposed him at dinner?

"I just looked into the car he drives. It's registered to some 50-year-old woman. It's not his at all!

"You're better off with someone more down-to-earth, like me. I, for one, never cared about that flashy luxury stuff."

Looking at the sports car's registered owner's name, I couldn't help but sigh at his stupidity. Even more ridiculous was how Solana and her group of girlfriends were now all very worked up, completely fooled by him.

"So he's a gold digger through and through? He finished leeching off his last target, and now he's targeting Lana?"

"Lana, calculate how much money you've spent on him this past year! Make sure you get it all back!"

Solana was especially enraged.

"If it weren't for Ty, I never would've realized what kind of person Charles really is!

"Don't worry. I'll definitely find a way to get back everything I gave him!"

They continued to chat away excitedly, but I was already over it. I did, however, chime in.

"Seeing you all being played like fools by Tyson is really quite entertaining."

Then I immediately left the group chat.