Impostor Sister Weds into a Rich Family

Sighing, they turned to look around the room and asked me.

"Where's Shealy?"

I couldn't help but sigh, "She was taken away by someone."

No need for many words, my parents already understood what it meant. They exchanged a glance, and my mom was about to get angry again.

"But the man who took her away wasn't Harry."

"Not Harry?"

My words shocked my mother, and her anger immediately subsided.

She squinted at me, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Although this young master of the Carl family, Harry, is elusive, who would dare to impersonate him so boldly?"

"Besides, you don't even know which direction the Carl family's gate faces. How do you know he's not Harry?"

Good question.

How did I know?

Just as I took out my phone to make a video call, my phone rang.

Speak of the devil and he just appears.

I pressed the answer button speechlessly and put it on speaker.

"Boss, do you have no conscience? I've been back for three days, and you still haven't shown up!"

My mom was wrong.

Not only did I know which direction the Carl family's gate faced, but I also knew the password to the Carl family's door lock.

For the past few years while Harry was sent by his father to study at the Harvard University, it was me who took care of his house.

But to be honest, I didn't have much of a relationship with Harry.

It's just that he admired me unilaterally. That's all.

Who would have thought that the real-life big shot would be a noob in the game?

Back in college, when we organized activities in the student club, I took pity on him because he was being bullied by a group of losers in the game, so I helped him out.

And he got attached to me!

He insisted that I teach him how to improve his gaming skills.

But honestly, compared to the real veterans, I couldn't even be considered something.

"The most important thing in playing games is character! If you have a good character, I'll play with you."

Nowadays, who doesn't have a bit of vanity? He called me "boss," and we always hung out together.

Naturally, after so many years of being there for him, now that he's back after completing his studies, I, as his boss, should throw him a celebration party.

I had everything prepared, but my mom suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Without any psychological preparation, she wanted me to go on a blind date with him!

"Well, I'm busy."

In the top right corner of the video, I looked awkward.

Very awkward.

Although Harry didn't know about this, I did.

Having a romantic relationship with my own bro?

Just thinking about it feels uncomfortable and stimulating.

"You're busy? What could you possibly be busy with, the second-generation rich? Hurry up, same place as before, I'm waiting for you to play together."

What a disappointment.

After studying for so many years, he still had the same hobby. And he had the nerve to call me a second-generation rich?

I rolled my eyes and hung up the video call.

But my mom acted as though she had encountered something more mysterious than a collapsing universe, and she kept muttering to herself.

"Hiss. Something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

I had said it a hundred times, but she still didn't believe it.

"Are you sure this Harry is the young master of the Carl Group?"

Exhausted, I slumped into the sofa and repeated it for a million times.

"Absolutely true."

"Then who is the person Shealy went on a blind date with?"

I sat up abruptly.

Right.

Who was the man pretending to be Harry and toying with Shealy?

The situation at home was worse than I had imagined.

On the company's balance sheet, there was only a few hundred thousand left.

If we couldn't find an investor soon, within a week, the Zack Group would go bankrupt.