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My Roommate Pretended to be Rich, Only to be Exposed!

Carrying a luxury bag to her internship immediately makes a young woman the target of vicious office rumors, with jealous colleagues labeling her as the wealthy Mr. Lawson's secret mistress. The drama intensifies when her college roommate, a fellow intern, corners her in a stairwell with a hostile warning. Claiming she is destined to marry Mr. Lawson's son, the roommate demands she stay away. However, the threat only leaves her completely baffled—since Mr. Lawson is actually her father.
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Chapter 2

I shook off Linda's hand and laughed in anger.

"Linda, I think you have some kind of paranoia. Since we are classmates, how about I make an appointment for you? Can you go and see a doctor?"

Hearing what I said, Linda didn't get angry. She crossed her arms and looked at me condescendingly.

"I know you don't believe me, but I have to tell you that my boyfriend is Gilbert Lawson, Mr. Braiden Lawson's son."

"He is now the sales manager and will soon take over the group from Mr. Braiden Lawson. If you offend me, you will be punished sooner or later."

Gilbert Lawson. The name sounded familiar, so I went home and called my mom, who was traveling abroad.

"You're talking about Gilbert. He's from the same village as your dad. He just graduated. And it just so happened that he studied sales management."

"Gilbert is a handsome man with excellent eloquence. After he was employed, he signed several contracts for the company. Your dad promoted him to manager."

"Your dad hopes you and Gilbert may be a couple. Do you want to meet him?"

Hearing that, I quickly made an excuse and hung up the phone.

Since Gilbert was from the same village as my dad, why did Linda say that he was my dad’s son?

There must be something wrong. In order not to alert them, I decided not to tell my parents about it for the time being.

"Work out the design plan for the client and give it to me before you get off work tomorrow."

As soon as I got to work, Alisha gave me a stack of documents.

The client was the Collins Group.

"Alisha, is it appropriate to give such a big project to an intern like me?"

"Just do what you're told to do. Stop wasting time. If you can do it, just do it. If you can't, leave here soon," Alisha said impatiently, slamming the table.

She was so loud that everyone in the office looked over.

"What if I mess it up?" I asked calmly.

"If you mess it up, you have to leave here too."

With that, Alisha turned and went back to her office.

It was obvious that she wanted to drive me away.

As soon as Alisha left, the office was in an uproar. Everyone was whispering.

"Alisha is so brave. She even dared to offend Mr. Lawson's mistress. Isn't Alisha afraid that she will be fired if Kailey complains about her in front of Mr. Lawson?"

"Alisha is not afraid of the powerful."

"There's no need to take advantage of the project of the Collins Group. It’s obvious that she doesn’t want Kailey to stay in the industry."

I glanced at everyone, and everyone immediately shut up.

Linda came over with a smile, leaning on my workstation and looking down at me.

"Kailey, if you beg me for mercy, I may let you go."

"Do you think you're Mr. Lawson’s son’s wife? Linda, don't you know who you are? Don’t you look into the mirror when you go out?"

As I said that, I took out a mirror from my bag and handed it to her.

Linda was so angry that she looked pale.

"You are so shameless. I am waiting for the day when you beg for mercy."

When I was waiting for Wallace Collins to call me in the underground garage after getting off work, I accidentally saw Linda walking out of the elevator with a smile.

Then, she got into a white Audi. Its license plate number was somewhat familiar.

As soon as Linda got into the car, the man in the car hugged her. Linda smiled shyly and leaned forward.

The Audi started and drove past my car. It slowly left the garage.

At that moment, I remembered the license plate number. Wasn’t it my car?

It was a birthday present my mom gave me the year before.